The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Echo, sunlight's illuminating a retro-futuristic cryogenic facility hidden within a vast, abandoned opal mine. Like, the air's freezing and dry, and I can smell a sweet hint of liquid nitrogen, uh, as swirling mist from the cryogenic vats fills the air. Echo, one vat's labeled 'Hyperborean entity,' and inside, there's this... this crystalline being just sitting, frozen mid-explosion – somehow still radiating an intense, pulsing hum that's creating miniature gravitational waves warping the opals around it. The air's charged with an electric static that's making my skin itch.