The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: A sprawling, abandoned research station is buried under a thick layer of snow, its wooden beams weathered to a soft gray. Uh, the air's crisp, with a faint smell of diesel fuel, and I hear this low, constant rumbling noise coming from somewhere beneath the station. A bunch of emperor penguins are just chillin' on the rooftop, somehow completely dry and unaffected by the snowfall, and the aurora borealis above is reflecting off the frozen surface of a lake in the distance, making the whole scene look like it's on fire. The station's chimney is emitting a slow stream of perfect, tiny cubes.