The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Half-buried in the ice of a glacier, an ancient Mithraeum lies exposed, its stone entrance guarded by two massive stone bulls. Umm, the air's freezing, but the smell of cedar wood and myrrh is pretty strong. Shards of ice are sort of...orbiting the temple, moving in a synchronized pattern around it, and the sun's like, shining through the ice above, casting an eerie blue glow. Water from the melting glacier is flowing upward, forming a series of crystal pillars that support the broken temple roof.