The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Massive crystal shards jut out from the ice in a frozen, glacial lake, reflecting the pale morning sun in a pale blue sky. The air's crisp, with a hint of sea salt, and I can see thin wisps of fog seeping out of the ice cracks, umm, like they're being drawn out by some unseen force. A massive, rusted submarine lies half-submerged in the ice, its propellers still slowly turning, and I can hear a low, pulsing hum that seems to be coming from within the crystal shards. The ice around the submarine appears to be slowly flowing like liquid, covering it up.