The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: A perfectly spherical iceberg slowly rotates in the middle of a still, crystal-clear lake, the pale sun shining down on it from pretty high up in the sky. Umm, water flows out of the iceberg's surface, forming these tiny streams that somehow don't actually move downhill, but rather curve upwards and around the iceberg, as if following an invisible, spiral track. The air's crisp and cold, with a scent of fresh snow, and it's totally silent except for the sound of dripping water somewhere off in the distance. A small, ornate door somehow seamlessly embedded in the side of the iceberg is slightly ajar.