The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: It's like, freezing cold and there's a thick layer of frost coating every surface of this abandoned research station. Snowflakes are steadily falling from the sky, somehow passing through the metal roof above as if it's not even there. The air's crisp, smelling like diesel fuel, and there's this low rumble, like thunder, but the sky is a perfect blue, no clouds in sight. Umm, in the center of the room, a bunch of crates are just... stuck, halfway through the floor, like they were dropped from above and then got stuck in mid-air.