The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Piercing sunlight filters through a jagged ice cave, casting kaleidoscopic patterns on rough stone beneath. The air is crisp and dry, smelling faintly of salt and frozen seaweed, umm... delicate tendrils of ice sprout from frozen rock, curling around an ancient, shipwrecked vessel. Crystalline growths like barnacles have formed along the ship's hull, emitting a low, steady hum that vibrates through the cave's frozen air. Shards of sea-weathered wood are suspended, perfectly still, amidst a frozen, mid-collision cascade of massive, boulders and splintered tree trunks.