The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Giant lotus flowers rise from the still, glassy surface of a frozen lake at dawn, reflecting the pale blue sky above like perfect mirrors. The air's crisp, with a hint of wood smoke, and I can see my breath. A small, ornate, mechanical orrery has somehow formed at the center of the lake, its gilded celestial bodies slowly revolving in harmony with the hum I heard earlier, but this time accompanied by a soft, pulsating light. Water trickles upward from the ice, forming tiny, crystal clear icicles that seem to be... containing, uh, small, levitated fragments of parchment with passages from the Rasa'il al-Ikhwan al-Safa inscribed on them.