The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Shattered ice fragments are suspended mid-air in this abandoned Antarctic research station, like, frozen in time, and umm, the sunlight filtering through the partially collapsed roof is casting a pale blue glow across the cluttered, debris-filled interior. Water droplets on the rusted metal equipment are slowly moving upwards, against gravity, and the stillness of the air is unsettling. A worn, leather-bound journal lying on the floor is open to a page filled with cryptic, handwritten notes referencing the forbidden teachings of Tsathoggua. The air's cold, dry, and eerily quiet.