The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Massive crystal shards pierce through the snow-covered slope of a glacier like... uh, a thousand swords. The air is crisp, and the sky's an intense shade of indigo with a faint purple tint; it smells of freezing seawater and ozone. The glacier's slow movement has somehow "unzipped" a rift, revealing a glimpse of an ocean beneath, with waves undulating in mid-air as if oblivious to gravity. I can hear a soft crunching sound, probably from the glacier, and the air feels slightly charged, like it's about to crackle.