The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Umm, ancient Tibetan prayer flags somehow embedded in a thick, translucent sheet of ice stretch across a barren, Arctic landscape, flapping gently in the still air like... they're not frozen solid. The sun's low on the horizon, casting a pale blue glow over the scene, and the air's crisp and dry, with a hint of ozone-free freshness. A perfectly intact, fossilized Pteranodon hangs upside down from a massive ice stalactite, its wings spread wide, while a steady hum resonates through the air, building up a faint, electric charge that's making my skin feel prickly.