The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Uh, dense tendrils of steam are rising from a frozen lake, which is somehow reflecting an image of the stars above, despite being covered in a thick layer of black, tar-like oil. Like, the air's heavy with a sweet, chemical scent and the sky above is a pale, serene blue, with the sun hovering just above the horizon. In the center of the lake, a colossal lotus flower is slowly unfolding, its petals somehow being drawn upwards by an unseen force, revealing a gleaming, iridescent interior that seems to be pulling the surrounding environment into a gentle, surreal vortex.