The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Crystalline shards jut out of the icy ground like... an ancient, half-buried cathedral, casting an iridescent glow across the frozen tundra. A blizzard rages above, but inside this eerie structure, the air's oddly still and warm, with a sweet, resinous smell, like frankincense, hanging over everything. Shattered, pulsating mushrooms sprout from the crystals, bathing the space in this weird, staccato light - and, umm, somehow, there's a Discord voice chat still active in here, with a soft murmur of arguing voices about the merits of etheric surgery in the works of Wilhelm Reich.