The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Fogless voids hang within massive chunks of ice drifting down a slow-moving, crystalline river, their transparent, angular interiors containing somehow-sustained flames that don't melt the surrounding ice. Umm, the air's pretty still, despite the gentle lapping of water against the icebergs, and I can taste the faint, metallic tang of supercooled air... Like, the morning sunlight's casting crystalline patterns through the ice formations, and the sound of gently shifting, glacial ice is echoing across the water. In the distance, a glacier appears to be... unfolding like a cloth, revealing darker, iridescent layers within its icy core.