The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Shards of sunlight pierce through ice formations within a vast, naturally occurring ice cave, casting crystalline patterns onto the frozen floor. The air feels crisp, dry, and I can taste a slight metallic tang - probably from the massive, crystal-lined sinkhole that seems to be pulling in a swirling mist of supercooled air. Water's somehow flowing upward from the center of the sinkhole, as if drawn into an invisible vortex, while the scent of ozone-free, burnt wood wafts in, somehow not being extinguished by the extreme cold. Like, the sound of running water's pretty loud here.