The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Grotesque, fungal growths sprout from the dark, matted fur of a colossal, beached, Cthulhu-like creature, its tentacles stretching across a bleak, snow-covered tundra like twisted, nightmarish tree roots. Umm, the air's heavy with an electric charge and a pungent, fungal stench, like ozone and mildew, the sky above a sickly, chartreuse green. Impossible, liquid-ice spires seem to be bursting organically from the ground itself, defying any visible means of support, shattering and reforming at random intervals like crystalline geysers. Shadows cast from the dim, late afternoon sun twist in disturbing, impossible ways across the snow.