The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Tendrils of crystal formations are wrapping around a series of ancient, Sumerian-inscribed stone pedestals, each one topped with a perfectly still, liquid-metallic orb that's somehow containing a miniature, rotating galaxy. Like, the air's thick with an electric charge, and the smell of hot stone and ozone is heavy in the stillness. Uh, the sun's beating down on us, mid-afternoon judging by its position in the sky, but it's somehow not affecting the... the ice sheets forming on the surrounding rocks, which are covered in cryptic, kabbalistic symbols. Water's just... seeping out of the stone pedestals, no source in sight.