The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Massive crystalline formations are piercing through the deck of a long-abandoned aircraft carrier, the ship itself half-submerged in a sea of thick, glassy ice that stretches out to the horizon. Uh, the air is crisp, the only smell a faint metallic tang from the ship's corroded hull, with the pale sun hovering just above the horizon in a pale blue sky. Snowflakes are somehow sinking into the ice from above, as if pulled down by some unseen force. A steady, low-pitched drone emanates from the crystal formations, which seem to be reflecting the light of a distant, eclipsed moon.