The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Uh, giant piles of colorful, inflated beach balls are just scattered everywhere on this abandoned research station in Antarctica... like, it's super windy and freezing cold, with a low-hanging sun in the sky, and I can smell the strong scent of fuel from the nearby generator. Seagulls are just chillin' on top of the beach balls, somehow operating these miniature, functioning Segways to zoom around the icy terrain. There's also this super weird, pulsating blue light coming from beneath the ice, and the air pressure is making my ears pop.