The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Tattered prayer flags are flapping wildly in the hurricane-force winds around a partially buried, ancient stupa in the middle of a vast, Arctic ice shelf. Uh, the air's freezing and the sun's like, a tiny dot just above the horizon, casting an otherworldly glow across the ice. The ice itself is somehow... bleeding a slow trickle of iridescent, rainbow-colored liquid that's pooling around the stupa's base, and it smells faintly of jasmine and gasoline. The wind is generating a deafening roar, yet I can somehow hear the soft hum of the Buddhist "Om mani padme hum" mantra emanating from the stupa.