The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Rays of pale sunlight filter through a lattice of frost-covered glass shards suspended in mid-air within the hollowed core of a vast, crystalline iceberg, illuminating a mangled server complex somehow organically grown into the translucent ice walls. The stillness is absolute, yet I feel a gentle hum vibrating up through the ice floor, and the air reeks of ozone like after a lightning strike. Outside, an endless blizzard rages through the dark, crimson-tinged sky, while a ghostly image of the Unicode ' Waiting' character appears etched into the frost on one wall.