The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Uh, shards of stained glass are embedded in the ice beneath a frozen lake, casting kaleidoscope patterns across the frosty surface. The air's biting cold and heavy with the scent of pine and... frankincense, stillness is absolute, and the pale blue sky above seems to be reflecting the symbols etched into the glass shards, as if they're being projected onto the heavens themselves. Irididescent aurora borealis is coalescing into a giant, revolving Ouroboros above, which seems to be slowly pulling the lake's frozen surface towards it, defying gravity. The ice is starting to ripple and undulate.