The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Ancient, worn stone steps lead down into a tiny, naturally formed harbor filled with dozens of antique, ornate boats made from what looks like polished bone or ivory. Umm, the air's super calm and still, like... it's vacuum-sealed in here, and there's a sweet, powdery smell coming from these massive crystal clusters embedded in the walls, reflecting sunlight that seems to be seeping in through the water itself. The surface of the water is... frozen in a perfect, glassy lattice pattern, unmoving, even as a small, wooden sailboat glides effortlessly across it, leaving no ripples or disturbance behind. A faded inscription etched into the stone reads "Cygnus".