The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Glaciers calve in the distance as sunlight casts an otherworldly glow on an ancient, kilometers-long shipwreck jutting out of the ice itself, somehow partially buried, partially suspended mid-air within a vast crystal cavern. Umm, the air's crisp, with a hint of seaweed and an electric charge that's making my skin prickle... Bioluminescent fungi cover the cavern's walls, casting an eerie, pulsing light over the wreckage, which appears to be covered in ancient, proto-Sanskrit script that's reflecting the image of the Hindu concept of the Trimurti. The cavern's air is thick with an intense stillness.