The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Sunlight's barely piercing the thick ice of a frozen lakebed, where... a crashed, Soviet-era MiG-25 fighter jet's half-submerged, covered in weird symbols from the Sepher Yetzirah etched into the rusty metal. The air's biting cold, smells of wet earth and jet fuel, and it's totally still, no wind at all. Umm, nearby, what looks like a naturally formed, crystalline portal thing is sucking in and spitting out schools of bioluminescent fish, and for some reason, they're leaving trails of glittering, rainbow-colored contrails behind them in the ice.