The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Massive, iridescent wings beat slowly within the heart of a translucent, crystalline iceberg, casting rainbow-tinted shadows on the surrounding ice cavern. Umm, the air is thin and my chest aches... my body's screaming for oxygen. Like, the sound of cracking ice and shattering crystal echoes through the still air as the wing beats stir up frost and ice shards; I feel the frozen crystals cutting into my skin. Outside, the faint hum of an equinox storm rages across the frozen wasteland, as a constellation mirroring the Lesser Key of Solomon's seals appears to be etched into the polar night sky.