The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Pale sunlight filters through a dense layer of ice, illuminating an abandoned Antarctic research facility's central courtyard. The air is heavy with the smell of frozen fuel and ozone-free air. Like, a thick layer of frost covers the still-intact helicopters, and umm, some sort of frozen, iridescent mist is seeping from the facility's broken windows, slowly reforming into a perfect, glittering replica of the courtyard's layout. In the center, a massive, ancient tree – somehow still alive and thriving – has burst through the ice, its trunk pulsating with a low, blue-green light.