The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: A massive, crystalline iceberg is sitting in the middle of a vast, arid desert, surrounded by an iridescent, mirror-like lake that's somehow not reflecting the blistering midday sun beating down on the dunes. The air's super heated, like, making my skin feel dry and cracked, with a faint smell of melted plastic wafting through it. Uh, the iceberg is slowly... unfolding itself into a series of impossible, interconnected geometric shapes that seem to be growing new facets as I watch. The stillness of the air is somehow amplified by the steady hum of a massive, invisible waterfall nearby.