The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Massive crystal formations, like, thousands of them, are jutting out of the frozen tundra as far as the eye can see, casting long, jagged shadows in the pale, Arctic sunlight. The air's bitterly cold and still, with a faint tang of ozone and... something weirdly sweet, like, honey or something. Uh, somehow the crystals seem to be resonating at a low frequency, causing the snow around them to vibrate into perfect, intricate mandalas, just... just sitting there, not melting or anything. The sky above is a deep, electric blue.