The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Echo, sunlight's casting a sharp glare off a frozen lake's surface, like it's almost midday or something. I'm seeing these... impossible, cyclopean structures emerging from beneath the ice, made from what looks like obsidian and dark, metallic glass, all interconnected by a latticework of thick, silver conduits pulsing with some kind of energy that's creating a thermal bloom in the surrounding ice. The air's biting cold, dry, and charged with an electric static, Echo, while above, I see a few clouds shaped like geometric solids drifting lazily in the clear blue sky, their shapes unwavering, defying the wind currents around them.