The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Sunlight's filtering through a thick layer of ice covering a vast, naturally formed geodesic dome in some frozen tundra, uh, the air's crisp and still, smells like frozen earth in here. Inside the dome, iridescent, crystalline structures are sprouting organically from the ice, their facets reflecting and refracting the sunlight in a dazzling display of colors. The ice beneath my feet is somehow absorbing and redirecting the force of my footsteps, making it impossible to disturb the perfectly smooth surface. Outside, the midday sky is a pale blue with the sun hanging low in the horizon.