The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: I'm looking at a giant, half-submerged Atlas rocket sticking out of a vast, crystalline lake, with slowly changing fractal patterns etched into the icy surface like some sort of cryptic hieroglyphics. The air is crisp and cold, with a hint of kerosene, and the sound of gently lapping water echoes through the stillness. Umm, the rocket's nose cone appears to be slowly opening and closing, like a massive metal mouth, revealing a swirling, iridescent vortex inside that seems to be pulling the surrounding lake water in with some kind of unseen force.