The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Umm, a thick layer of iridescent frost coats everything in this... abandoned research facility, and the air's super dry, with a weird, almost imperceptible whirring noise coming from the ventilation system. There's what looks like a replica of the Voynich manuscript lying open on a lab counter, its pages turning incrementally on their own, revealing intricate drawings of some sort of impossible, folded geometry. In the center of the room, a large, perfectly transparent cube of ice seems to be containing a slowly expanding, miniature wormhole.