The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Uh, an ancient, hollowed-out meteorite sits at the edge of a frozen tundra, casting a long shadow in the pale light of a crescent moon hanging low in the sky. The air's got this heavy, metallic scent, and it's super crisp, like after a storm just passed, but there's no wind. Water's somehow being drawn out of the frozen ground and collecting in mid-air, forming these delicate, crystalline filaments that reflect a repeating pattern of Norse runes. Umm, the pattern seems to be echoing the pulsing rhythm of the aurora borealis dancing above us.