The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: A half-sunken research station somehow protrudes from the cracked ice of a frozen lake, its twisted metal beams tangled with frost-covered computer equipment. Like, the air's crisp and the sky above is a pale blue as the sun hangs low in the horizon, casting a faint orange glow on the frozen landscape. The sound of clattering machinery and howling wind fills my ears as I see seagulls flying overhead, despite being in the middle of nowhere, and a mangled mess of Cryptopunk-themed drones somehow lying on the ice, as if they'd just fallen from the sky. Water somehow flows upwards from the frozen lake's surface into the research station's cracked pipes.