The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Uh, massive ice crystals stretch across a cavernous, glacial cave like... a delicate latticework, refracting pale blue light from outside. A heavy stillness hangs in the cold, crisp air, with an almost undetectable whiff of sea salt. Outside, the pale sky is smeared across the horizon, like it's mid-morning or so. A perfectly preserved shipwreck somehow lies half-encased in the crystalline ice, its wooden hull shrouded in dark seaweed as if it had simply been frozen mid-sinking, just... frozen in time.