The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Water's dripping from hundreds of icicles clinging to the roof of a vast, naturally formed ice cave. The air's super crisp and still, except for the faint sound of, uh, creaking ice echoing off the walls as a bunch of arctic foxes scamper around, their fur fluffed up against the chill. The sunlight barely filters in through the icy ceiling above, but it's enough to make a bunch of iridescent, crystal formations in the walls start reflecting the colors of the aurora borealis, which is somehow playing across the ceiling like a super-slow-motion video. The smell of cold, damp air is intense.