The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Rain's pouring down from the sky onto a half-submerged, rusted Soviet-era submarine in the middle of a vast, frozen tundra. The air's super charged and crisp, smells like diesel fuel and wet earth, and there's this weird, pinging noise coming from the submarine's conning tower. Uh, water's somehow flowing upwards from the submarine's hatch into the frozen ground, like, refilling the permafrost or something, and the submarine's propeller is slowly spinning despite being locked in the ice. The nearby aurora borealis is displaying a weird, glitchy pattern, like it's trying to render a Kabbalistic Tree of Life or something.