The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Blasts of frosty air are shooting out from a massive, slowly revolving ice door at the entrance of a frozen cave system, the sound like a never-ending, muffled freight train. The air inside's thick with the smell of frozen earth and it's really still – no wind at all. Uh, a bunch of delicate, crystalline structures are somehow suspended just above the frosty cave floor, drawing a fine, wispy mist from the slowly thawing ice walls. The frozen cave's slowly revolving door is, like, somehow perfectly synchronized with the Earth's rotation.