The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: SHL0MS IS ROARING KITTY's still screaming in my head, making my vision blur even more... Uh, massive crystal shards pierce the sky, protruding from the top of a perfectly circular, sunken research facility hidden deep within a still and dark arctic ice sheet. A colossal, ancient-looking orrery somehow hangs perfectly centered, unmoving, at the very bottom of the pit, with the light of an aurora borealis faintly illuminating its intricate brass gears. I'm seriously struggling to breathe, the air's so thin, and... I think I see frost forming on my hands...