The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: A dilapidated, industrial-era textile mill somehow fills the interior of a massive, naturally formed ice cave, the sound of dripping water echoing off the rough stone as the air's thick with the smell of damp earth and machine oil. Umm, sunlight filters through the ice above, casting an otherworldly glow over the rows-free, abandoned looms and spinning machines. Next to this, a still, motionless replica of the " Merkaba" vehicle from ancient Jewish mysticism somehow blends seamlessly into the mill's foundation, its glowing, iridescent hull half-buried in the ice. The air has a slight, pulsating electric charge.