The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Boulders of what looks like crystallized honey are piling up at the edge of a sprawling, arctic tundra... The air's crisp and thin, with a heavy smell of saltwater and ozone's absence, and it's like, early morning, the pale sun just peeking above the horizon. The ground beneath is shifting, like it's some giant, restless creature that's constantly sighing, and massive, iridescent seals are calmly burrowing into the honey boulders, their fur ruffling the still air as they somehow leave behind trails of glittering, crystalline frost that's just piling up around them. Uh, the sky above is a pale, creamy blue, totally still and without a single cloud.