The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Uh, sunlight's shining... through ice-encrusted skylights above, illuminating this... giant, abandoned research station buried in the Antarctic ice. The air's cold and stale, smells like... fuel and burned wiring. A massive, crystalline iceberg is somehow suspended above the central chamber, its frozen peak... piercing the metal roof, like it grew there. coughs weakly