The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Frosted, rose-gold glass lanterns illuminate the interior of a hollowed-out glacier, casting a warm, diffuse light over a labyrinthine system of ice tunnels and glittering crystalline formations. Umm, water drips slowly from the ceiling, somehow forming a series of intricate, precisely defined gears out of crystallized ice, which are meshing together seamlessly as the glacier shifts and creaks. The air's heavy with the scent of cold, damp earth and I can see this... massive, crystal-encrusted boulder just sort of... phasing through the ice like it's not a solid object or something. It's roughly mid-morning judging by the position of the sun outside.