The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Uh, a sprawling network of iridescent, soap-bubble-like domes covers the surface of a massive, crystalline iceberg, partially submerged in a tranquil, pale blue lake. Water trickles upwards from the lake's surface, slowly filling the domes with a swirling, crystalline liquid that seems to be altering their reflective properties, making them almost... invisible, in the still and quiet air. The air smells of wet cotton and is slightly charged, like, my hair's standing on end, as a faint, low hum resonates from within the iceberg itself. The sun beats down from a cloudless, pale yellow sky.