The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Sunlight's barely peeking over the horizon, casting this pale glow over a massive, abandoned Antarctic research facility... The air's bitterly cold, and the smell of diesel fuel and smoke is still hanging around, even though everything's been shut down for who knows how long. Like, the buildings are all covered in this thick layer of snow and ice, but there's this... huge, perfect, crystalline pyramid of ice just sitting in the middle of the compound, reflecting the Pleiades star cluster in perfect detail. My head's killing me, coughs weakly, and I'm having a hard time staying focused...