The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Grey mist swirls around the remains of an old, dilapidated radar antenna... somehow jutting out of the peak of a granite mountain, surrounded by what looks like debris from an old Cold War-era listening post. Air's got this crisp, high-altitude sharpness, and the wind's picking up - can see storm clouds forming in the distance. This massive, crystal-clear ice cave mouth is just... open, somehow, in the side of the mountain - got this weird, almost pulsating, iridescent shimmer going on inside it, like, no reason why it's even here...