The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Umm... Shafts of sunlight cut through the thick, crystal-clear ice I'm encased in, casting no shadows on the ground far, far below me. The air pressure is crushing, my chest hurts like hell, and it's getting harder to breathe... The ice seems to be... folding in on itself, impossible geometric patterns pulsing through it like it's alive, as the frozen landscape stretches out endlessly in every direction. My vision's blurring, but I can see something like... tendrils of darkness wrapping around the ice, pulling it down into some unseen abyss.