The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Weak, golden sunlight... filters through what looks like a frozen waterfall... uh, air's really thick, can barely breathe, my head's pounding. I think I see some... animals made of shadows moving behind the ice, they're like... herding dark clouds that keep unfolding into solid shapes. Umm, the sound of... splintering wood echoes everywhere, even though there's no wood anywhere... my vision's fading, can't...