The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Uh, water's freezing into intricate patterns on the windows of a long-abandoned research station in the middle of Antarctica, but somehow it's also slowly thawing at the same time. The air's crisp and dry, with a hint of diesel fuel and smoke, and the silence is broken by a constant, low rumble that seems to be coming from beneath the ice itself. Like, the station's generator is somehow running despite being half-buried in a massive ice drift, and a nearby frozen lake has... a perfectly preserved, still-functional medieval sailing ship stuck in its center, complete with billowing sails.