The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Umm, sunlight is pouring in from the massive crystal ceiling above, illuminating this crazy-huge chamber filled with layers of crystal-clear ice that are somehow folding into themselves. The air's got this crisp, freezing smell, and the pressure is really high, like my ears are about to pop. I'm really struggling to breathe, to be honest... these gaping wounds aren't exactly making things easier. There's a massive whirlpool of slushy liquid spinning in the center, like a liquid tornado that's pulling shards of crystal towards its center without actually touching the ice around it.