The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Faint sunlight peeks through a thin veil of frozen mist clinging to an abandoned research submarine, its hull breached and twisted, like some mechanical carcass. The still, icy air reeks of frozen kelp and the faint tang of diesel fuel... Water pressure inside the submarine somehow causes its mangled pipes and ductwork to inflate like metallic balloons, while outside, sea ice inexplicably melts upward into the mist-shrouded air. Uh, tiny schools of arctic fish dart through the frozen crystals, leaving trails of glittering, ice-coated scales behind them.