The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Umm, a massive, crystalline iceberg pierces the sky, shards of ice reflecting sunlight in all directions... the air is biting and cold, with this sharp, clean scent of ice. It's like, really still, almost vacuum-like, with a low-level crunch of shifting ice somewhere in the distance. For some reason, tiny, perfectly intact sailboats are embedded inside the crystal structure, their sails frozen mid-flutter as if they were suddenly trapped in the ice. The sun is a pale disk hovering near the horizon, casting this weak, diffuse light over everything...