The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Tattered silk prayer flags cling to a frost-encrusted, Buddhist stupa, its stone surface reflecting pale, winter sunlight as... uh, snow drifts listlessly around the base. A scent of incense and burning juniper wafts through the air, which feels heavy and still, charged with anticipation, like the moment before a storm breaks. The sky above appears to be reflecting a reversed image of the landscape below, creating a disorienting symmetry, and a low, thrumming hum seems to be emanating from the stupa's core. Crystalline ice shards have begun to extrude from the stupa's stone surface.