The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: A pale, filtered light's coming through the ice, casting this eerie blue glow over some kind of abandoned, half-buried Antarctic research station... The air's freezing, really thin, and smells like frozen metal. Like, a massive, twisted metal antenna's jutting out of the ice, pulsing with this weird, slow energy, and part of it's somehow merged with what looks like a fossilized, ancient tree trunk, just seamlessly integrated into the metal now. This segment of the trunk's displaying etched, cuneiform symbols from the Enuma Elish, but they're shifting, rearranging themselves, and the ice around it's slowly rising, falling, like it's breathing.