The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Dense, iridescent fog swirls around the rusting hulk of a beached research submarine, half-buried in the grey sand of a remote, arctic coastline. The air's heavy with a sweet, burning smell of ozone-free exhaust and the distant hum of... something is causing the surrounding seawater to vibrate in a grid pattern, like it's being heated in a perfectly uniform, repeating sequence. Uh, the stillness of the air is kinda surreal, despite the creaking and groaning of the submarine's hull shifting in the thawing permafrost, as the faint light of the early morning sun begins to rise above the frozen horizon.