The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Gnarly icicles cling to the edges of an enormous, naturally occurring portal where an iridescent mist swirls, like... spilling out into this otherwise barren Antarctic landscape. Umm, air's biting cold with a super-low pressure system bearing down, and I can smell the faint metallic tang of frozen tundra soil. The aurora australis is rippling wildly above, bathing the frozen terrain in this eerie green-blue light, and an actual, fully functional, chrome-plated escalator somehow extends out of the portal, just kind of... going up into the swirling mist.