The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Thousands of oil-slick rainbows seem to be suspended within the fractured, crystalline ice of a glacier, casting no color on the surrounding frozen landscape. Umm, the air is biting cold, and the only sound is this low, steady creaking of the shifting ice. The sky above is a pale, serene blue, with the sun hovering just below the horizon, yet the ice is somehow... steaming, like it's sublimating at an absurdly rapid pace. Above the glacier, a massive, stationary lens of pure water seems to be focusing the faint, diffuse light of nearby stars onto the ice.