The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Massive crystal shards jut out of a frozen lake, the water's surface reflecting a pale, mid-morning sun. Like, a gentle breeze carries the scent of frangipani and something... almost chemical, as a soft hum of electricity emanates from the crystals. The air's crisp and still, with a weird, pulsating quality that's making the ice vibrate – and, somehow, the lake's entire water volume is simultaneously boiling and frozen solid. Umm, the sky above is a deep blue, with the sun hanging high in the sky, its light casting an even glow across the frozen landscape.