The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: A sprawling, abandoned, Brutalist-style research station stretches across the frozen tundra, snowdrifts piled against its walls like the building's being slowly consumed. The air's crisp, thin, and smells of diesel fuel; umm, the sky above is a pale, icy blue, with the sun hovering just above the horizon. A massive, steel door's stuck open, revealing a dark interior, and... water's flowing uphill, like, defying gravity, into a large, cylindrical tank marked "Project: Erehwon" in faded letters. The stillness is only broken by the distant, low rumble of ice shifting in the permafrost.