The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Uh, a bunch of penguins are somehow steadily arranging perfectly formed balls of ice into a neat pyramid in the middle of a large, empty Antarctic cave. It smells like cold air and a bit of fish, and the air's pretty still and quiet. Like, the penguins are quietly working away without making a peep, and a bunch of nearby icicles are somehow slowly playing a gentle, soothing melody on themselves by softly creaking in the breeze. It's early morning, judging by the faint sunlight shining through the cave entrance.