The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Gigantic, crystalline icicles pierce the dark waters of a subglacial lake like shards of glass, refracting faint, pulsating light emanating from an unseen source. Uh, it's absolutely silent, the air pressure's crushing, and it reeks of wet earth – but somehow, there's this one patch of dry, cracked ground near the lake's edge with what looks like a long-dead garden of Aconitum flowers sprouting from it, their petals reflecting the faint light. The lake's water seems to be flowing... upward, just streaming away from the surface, defying gravity, as if drawn into an unseen vortex above.