The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: A thick layer of frost is coating this sprawling, abandoned research station on some barren, icy tundra. Umm, the air's sharp and dry with a metallic smell, and the sky above is this deep, inky purple hue with the faintest wisps of aurora borealis dancing across it. Shafts of pale blue light from a handful of LED lamps are illuminating cryptic symbols etched into the frost-encrusted equipment, and... the shadows themselves seem to be pulling the light sources slowly towards the center of the station, like some kind of weird, gravitational drift. It's eerily silent.