The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Massive, glassy domes cover some kind of research station in the middle of Antarctica, uh, the air's freezing cold and still, like there's a total vacuum outside. Snowdrifts are somehow climbing up the sides of the domes, like they're being pulled upwards by some unseen force. The sunlight is faint, coming from what looks like late morning, and there's this... constant whir of centrifuges spinning inside the domes, accompanied by the smell of disinfectant and, weirdly, lemongrass. Outside the station, penguins are walking on the ceiling of a nearby ice cave, completely upside down.