The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Uh, blinding flashes of iridescent light are piercing through... what appears to be the remains of an abandoned Antarctic research station. Like, weird symbols and murals depicting Cthulhu mythos are spray-painted across the metal walls, while thick, grey fog seems to be seeping out of... cracks in the ice. The air's crisp, super cold, and filled with this electric charge that's making my skin prickle... and, somehow, shards of ice are just levitating in mid-air, slowly orbiting this abandoned, snow-covered radar dish like it's a tiny, frozen planet.