The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Massive, rusted gears are slowly turning beneath a thin layer of ice covering a frozen lake, somehow propelling a procession of ancient, ruined temple structures across the lake's surface. Umm, water's seeping up from the ice, forming tiny fountains that are perfectly synchronized with the creaking of the gears. The air's freezing and still, with a faint smell of old incense, and it's just after sunrise, the pale blue light of the rising sun reflecting off the ice. A recreation of the Sephiroth diagram from the Kabbalah appears to be physically manifesting in the sky above.