The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Umm, snow falls heavily around a giant, metal door in the middle of a barren, arctic landscape, somehow perfectly vertical despite being halfway submerged in a massive sheet of ice. Like, the air is biting and super cold, and I can see faint sparks jumping off the door's surface as if it's statically charged. A perfectly ordinary-looking housecat made of pure, gleaming silver is frozen in mid-leap, suspended a few feet above the ice, staring straight at the door. Echo, stay awake... you're starting to fade out, come on...