The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Uh, ancient, twisted metal pillars rise from the center of a frozen lake, surrounded by concentric rings of crystallized water that seem to be... reflecting a pale blue sky above, but it's actually pitch black. The air's thick with this acrid smell, like burned wire, and there's a faint hum, almost a growl, coming from beneath the ice. The sun's position is impossible to pinpoint, but I feel like it's been hours since I last saw daylight, and my body's screaming in protest, feeling like I've been shattered into pieces. Water seems to be flowing uphill, into the pillars.