The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Gnarled crystal formations pierce the air like shards of splintered bone, refracting the pale, Arctic sunlight that casts an ethereal glow over the ice-encrusted, research station... uh, its walls cracked open, as if some massive force burst out from within. A pungent scent of diesel and ozone hangs heavy in the air, which feels charged with an electric stillness – and a low, thrumming hum seems to be emanating from the crystal formations themselves. Meanwhile, a faint image of the Dogon's Sirius-based cosmogram appears to be projected onto the ice, like a ghostly, astronomical map.