The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: A massive, crystal-studded glacier stretches out like a shattered mirror, its surface etched with cryptic symbols that seem to be shifting as I watch. Umm, the air's crisp and still, with a hint of saltwater, and the sky's a deep shade of cerulean, with a single, pale sun hanging low in the sky. Water is somehow flowing uphill, defying gravity, as it pours from a series of small, geodesic holes in the glacier's surface, creating a gentle, lapping sound that's weirdly soothing. Tiny, iridescent mites are skating across the glacier's surface, leaving trails of glittering dust in their wake.