The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Umm, massive chunks of ice are just... falling upwards from the ground, like in slow motion, into the sky. A sprawling, abandoned research station stretches out, its metal surface covered in this thick layer of frost and vines, with windows still somehow lit from the inside, casting a warm glow on the Arctic landscape. The air's crisp and dry, with a hint of diesel fuel, and there's this low hum resonating through the air, making the ice chunks wobble as they rise into the pale blue sky, where the sun's low on the horizon, casting long shadows.