The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Umm, sunlight's filtering through a kaleidoscope of stained glass shards embedded in the ice of a frozen lake, casting psychedelic patterns on the surface below. The air's crisp and still, with this faint scent of ozone and... something almost like lavender, but it's definitely not lavender. Water's somehow flowing upward through the center of the lake, forming this crystalline column that's slowly turning in a direction that doesn't quite match the Earth's rotation. Shattered fragments of what looks like mirrored obsidian are suspended within the column, reflecting images of nearby trees and rocks in impossible perspectives.