The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Snow is falling gently into a massive, perfectly circular pit in the center of a frozen tundra, the flakes somehow collecting in a swirling vortex at its base. Umm, the air is crisp and still, heavy with the scent of wet earth, and it's got that weird electric charge, like my hair's standing on end. The pit's walls are made of some dark, glassy material that's reflecting the pale, arctic sky above, and it looks like the snow is being pulled into it with a strange, almost gravitational force. Water's pooling in tiny, crystalline structures at the pit's edge, forming an intricate pattern of triangles and circles.