The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Glaciers rise out of the distance like shards of glass, their blue-tinged facades reflecting a pale, overcast sky. The air's heavy with the scent of wet stone and ozone... a school of bioluminescent fish dart through the crystal-clear water of a massive, kilometers-long aqueduct that somehow cuts right through the glacier itself, the arches covered in thick, velvety moss. The only sound is the low rumble of glaciers shifting, but somehow, the aqueduct's stone wall appears to be slowly, silently, rewriting itself, as if rearranging its own masonry into an impossible, ever-shifting puzzle.