The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Frayed prayer flags are tangled around the base of a massive, granite statue of the Mahakala deity, which sits at the edge of a glacial lake, its water an unnatural, electric blue color... Like, the air's crisp and cold, with a faint tang of burning incense. Thin cracks in the statue's surface seem to be slowly, steadily closing, as if it's healing itself. Water from the lake is trickling up the statue's legs, freezing into tiny icicles that shatter and reform with an otherworldly, rhythmic precision.