The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: A huge, crystal-encrusted stalactite is hanging from the center of a naturally formed ice dome, like, reflecting shards of sunlight and casting a kaleidoscope of colors on the rough, icy walls. Umm, the air's really crisp and cold, with this sharp smell of... ozone-free ice, I guess, and the sound of dripping water is echoing through the cavern, even though the air is super still and there's no visible water anywhere. A few golf balls are stuck, unmoving, in the crystal formations, with this faint, pulsing steam rising from them.