The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Shattered remnants of stained glass windows are scattered across a frost-covered courtyard, umm, partially buried under a thick layer of iridescent salt. The air's heavy with an eerie stillness, and the sky's a sickly pale yellow, like it's dawn but without any hint of sun. A series of delicate, crystalline pipes are embedded in the walls of the surrounding buildings, somehow carrying a faint, pulsating hum, while water flows uphill through them, feeding a frozen fountain at the courtyard's center. A massive, crystal-encrusted statue of a lion lies on its side, somehow suspended inches above the ground.