The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Glaciers stretch out like a white canvas, meeting the pale blue horizon. The air's crisp, with a hint of sea salt, and an electric charge that's making my skin prickle... uh, it's sunny, but the sun seems to be in a fixed position, not moving at all. A school of bioluminescent fish are swimming through a massive, crystal-clear iceberg that's somehow got a full, functioning, six-lane highway running through its center, complete with white dashed lines and guardrails. The only sound is the low rumble of glaciers shifting.