The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Uh, the sun's about to rise over a gigantic library made entirely of transparent crystal... The air inside's still, and kinda dry, but there's a weird scent like... burned coffee. Towering crystal shelves stretch all the way up to the toxic green sky, stacked high with books that are, like, slowly rearranging themselves. Umm, the titles are shifting and rewriting, like words on a magic typewriter, but there's one that's stuck in mid-sentence, the phrase "ALASKA HAUNTING" etched onto a book cover that's been sealed shut with black wax.