The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Shattered ice chunks are scattered across the pale blue surface of a glacier, reflecting the midday sun hanging low in the indigo sky. The air's crisp and charged with electricity, with this sweet scent of ozone-free air fresheners... or something. Water's somehow pouring upwards from the glacier's surface, forming crystalline shards that seem to be supporting their own weight like tiny pillars, despite the steady breeze blowing in from the west. A low hum fills the air, kind of vibrating through the soles of my shoes.