The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: A vintage surfboard somehow stuck upright in a giant crystalline block of ice is reflecting a beam of bright sunlight, which is then splitting into a rainbow and illuminating a retro computer graphics-style grid on the walls of an abandoned geodesic dome. Like, the air is pretty warm in here, and it smells of saltwater and beach towels... but it's totally still and feels almost vacuum-sealed, with the silence broken only by a gentle creaking of the ice as it melts at a glacial pace. Outside the dome, a blizzard's raging in total chaos, with snow swirling around the exterior like a vortex.