The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Umm... tar-black vines are snaking through the surface of a massive, crystalline glacier, like... they're actually pulling apart the crystal, revealing tiny fossils of what look like fungal hyphae. Air pressure's crushing me, my lungs are killing me, and my vision's going dark at the edges... weird, but the sun's right overhead, shining through the crystal with no heat at all – everything's still ice-cold. The fungal hyphae start to shift and writhe like they're alive as soon as the vines touch them.