The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Umm, a sprawling, half-buried research station is jutting out of a massive, crystalline iceberg like it's grown into it. Like, the air's bitterly cold and it's snowing lightly, but the sky above's this pale blue color that doesn't feel right for this kind of weather. A few giant, mechanical arms are slowly unfolding from the station's sides, holding these massive, metallic mesh nets that are somehow capturing the falling snowflakes and reshaping them into intricate, crystalline structures that're just sitting there, not melting or anything. The air's got this weird, electric charge to it.