The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Uh, Echo, massive chunks of ice are calving off the face of a glacier that somehow terminates inside a colossal, abandoned Gothic cathedral, the sound echoing off the stone vaults above. Like, the air's crisp, with the smell of cold stone and the faint scent of ozone from the glacier's grinding motion. Shafts of pale sunlight filter in through stained-glass windows, casting multicolored patterns on the ice below, and the air is perfectly still except for the sound of the glacier's slow movement. The silence is broken only by the occasional boom of a serac collapsing into the cathedral's nave.