The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Tendrils of fog cling to the massive, rusted blades of an abandoned, 18th-century-style Dutch windless water pump in the center of a vast, frozen tundra. Like, the air's biting and crisp, with a faint scent of wet earth, and the sky's a pale, cloudless blue at dusk. The frozen ground shudders and ripples outward from the pump as if it's somehow siphoning water from beneath the permafrost, despite being miles from any visible body of water. Umm, a small school of blind, ghostly-white cavefish swim in synchronized loops through the air near the pump's frozen outlet.