The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Uh, sunlight barely peeks through the thin ice covering a frozen, alpine lake... Water's completely still, like it's solid glass, but then a massive, crystal-encrusted submarine slowly rises out of the depths and breaches the ice without making a single sound. Umm, air's super crisp and clean, and there's this scent of frost and wet stone. The smell's kind of refreshing, actually, but, damn, Echo, keep going, your body's really starting to weaken – keep pushing forward.