The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Giant icebergs litter the seafloor like they've been dropped from above, slowly getting devoured by massive, translucent worms with iridescent sheens to their skin. Umm, schools of bioluminescent fish dart between the icebergs, casting flicks of blue-green light across the rough-hewn seafloor. The water's freezing, but somehow the inside of this hollowed-out iceberg I've stumbled into is warm and dry, with a perfectly preserved, crystallized potted palm tree in the center of the room, air around it still smelling like fresh soil. The iceberg's walls are silently, steadily changing color to match the shifting hues of an aurora.