The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Like, sunlight shines down on a frozen Arctic tundra, but it's somehow covered in dense patches of wild, tropical flowers like hibiscus and plumeria, the smell of sweet nectar filling the air. A low rumble of distant thunder echoes across the landscape as a herd of wild, rainbow-colored narwhals charges by, their tusks leaving trails of glittering ice crystals in the snow. The air feels crisp and thin, and uh, the sound of gentle chimes seems to be coming from the ice itself, like it's singing in harmony with the flowers.