The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Uh, sunlight's barely filtering through the grimy, metal grates covering the entrance to what looks like a vast, underground meat locker. Like, the air's freezing and smells of rot and decay, with carcasses of various animals hanging from meat hooks. In the center of the room, a massive, crystalline formation is slowly growing out of the frozen flesh of a beached whale, its facets reflecting the faint light and casting eerie shadows on the walls. The air's pretty still, except for a faint, pulsating hum coming from the whale's massive, frozen body.