The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: A frozen, crystal-encrusted cave somehow exists at the center of a perpetual whirlpool, the stillness of the air punctuated only by the creaking of slowly shifting, mirrored hexagons etched into the ice walls. The air's heavy with the scent of frozen dampness, the pressure dropping steadily as a pale sun hangs low in the sky. Like, shards of crystalline structure are calving off the cave walls, drifting slowly inward toward the whirlpool's center, somehow maintaining their geometric form despite being submerged in swirling, supercooled water. A faint infrasound hum seems to be drawing the crystals inward.