Sm̥tósrómos
Sm̥tósrómos translated to the "gentle field", is a large 276 km wide, gently sloping plain that forms part of the "Néykwthéwdhos" ice cap mega glacier. The plain is flanked by the semi-circular Méytsihḗrgwos mountains, which the glacier breaches. The edge of the site is 245 kilometres from the closed city of H2stḗrtérm̥n, located at the foot of the Wl̥kwós Dhr̥ghós volcanically active mountain.
The site is only known to outsiders from spy satellite survey images, which have imaged three 600-meter-wide triangular man-made depressions made into the ice cap, depressions with immense 5-story high steps leading into its centre with ramps for access. They have been cut into the ice cap close to the edge of the site and at the foot of the low-lying Méytsihḗrgwos mountains between the sites, forming a circular arrangement that follows the perimeter of the site. There are 57 similar but much smaller cuts averaging 80 meters across. Subsequent spy satellite surveys have detected faint radiological signals and heat signals emanating from the triangular constructs and from what appear to be tunnel networks cut into the ice sheet itself.
To date, the Wolgos government has not conclusively resolved the nature of this black site, which has an exclusion zone of 645 kilometres around it. The Wolgos hint that its purpose is radio astronomy, an immense muon detector, a mass geological survey, a radiological disposal site and other purposes.
Radio communication from the site is encrypted, and what has been gleaned from accidentally intercepted low-encryption communications is cryptic and usually in highly stylised poetic prose. Documents relating to the site that intelligence agencies have recovered are also cryptic and wholly in poetic and highly obfuscated prose.
Intercepted and decrypted communications from the site:
"The Gentle Field whispers in stillness beneath its frozen veil, The deep heart of the hollowed titan slumbers unshaken; At five lengths beneath, the breath of the ancient forge sighs softly, Its murmurs lost among the rhythms of the gotha’s quiet dance. The veins of shadowed fire trickle faintly, bearing no song of upheaval."