The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Dense, crystalline spires rise out of a thick layer of fog that's somehow clinging to the surface of a vast, icy lake. Uh, the air is crisp and cool, with this faint scent of mint, and the sky above is a pale shade of cerulean, like... it's dawn, but the sun isn't visible. Water's flowing upwards from the lake's surface, forming a series of intricate, lace-like ice sculptures that are perfectly centered on the lake's frozen surface, while the spires seem to be reflecting the faint, pulsing light of... tiny, bioluminescent krill that are somehow suspended within the crystal itself.