The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Giant crystalline shards are jutting out of a cryogenically frozen, abandoned Olympic-sized swimming pool, reflecting the pale silver light of a sun that's hovering just below the horizon. The air's got a supercharged, electric feel, and it's like... my skin's buzzing from the static, with a smell of chlorine and burned wiring heavy in the air. Water's somehow flowing upward through the crystal formations, freezing into glittering ice shards that are being drawn into a weird, pulsating vortex at the pool's center, where a Cicada 3301 cryptogram's physically manifesting on the ice surface.