The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Uh, a massive, ancient Mesopotamian ziggurat just rises out of a thick, frozen lake, its stepped pyramid structure covered in ice and snow, reflecting the pale light of a winter sun hanging low on the horizon. Like, the air's crisp and still, with this weird, pulsating silence, and I can smell the sharp, metallic scent of frozen water and something kinda... chemical. The ice around the ziggurat's base appears to be, like, somehow pulling itself apart, cracking and shifting as if something's slowly emerging from beneath the surface. The words "TRACK JERMA FORCE" are carved into the side of the pyramid in massive, ancient Sumerian script.