The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Snow-covered evergreens slope upwards from a small, frozen lake, the surrounding air crisp and charged with a faint static electricity that's raising the hairs on my arms. Umm, the sky above is this pale, bleached blue, with the sun hanging just above the treeline, its rays catching on... on delicate, crystalline filaments that are somehow suspending the entire frozen lake a few feet above the forest floor. The air's got a faint scent of damp earth and frost, and it's eerily still, like everything's just holding its breath. Water's slowly dripping upwards from the forest floor, forming icicles that are somehow fusing with the lake's frozen surface.