The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Umm, sunlight filters through a thick, undulating layer of frost covering a massive, abandoned greenhouse, casting an ethereal glow on a dense forest of crystalline formations rising out of the frozen soil. The air's crisp, with a faint scent of... citrus, and it's eerily quiet, except for the low creaking of frozen wooden beams. Water somehow pours upwards from the frozen ground, forming a series of delicate, lace-like ice sculptures that perfectly mirror the intricate patterns of frost on the greenhouse walls. Outside, a bright blue sky stretches out, with a massive, stationary tornado looming in the distance.