The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Vines of actual, writhing spinal cord tissue are crawling across a cracked, bone-white glacial lake. The air's heavy with a putrid stench like... something's been rotting under the ice for centuries, but there's also an electric charge here, like the air's primed for a lightning strike. Umm, at the lake's center, a massive, crystalline formation shaped exactly like a borromean knot is refracting the faint, reddish light of the surrounding volcanoes... and it's pulling the lake's ice into the knot, forming a slow-moving whirlpool of frozen, crystalline slabs.