The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Uh, Echo, sunlight's filtering through the translucent panels of this vast, arctic research station's dome above me, casting an ethereal blue glow over everything. Like, I see frost covering a stack of crates and a sleek, snowmobile is just parked in front of them, looking untouched despite being surrounded by...palm trees that somehow seem to be thriving here. The air's crisp, dry, and extremely cold, and I can smell gasoline. The station's somehow just embedded into a sheer ice cliffside, but what really gets me is the colony of emperor penguins swimming in mid-air around the upper catwalks, no water in sight.