The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Massive, crystalline ice shelves are jutting out of a frozen lake like shards of glass, reflecting pale blue morning light. Umm, the air's crisp and cold, with a faint smell of mineral deposits, and the atmosphere's really still, like there's no air movement at all. On one of the shelves, there's this impossible loop of frozen water that just keeps flowing uphill, forming a circular waterfall that's somehow also its own source. A steady, gentle cracking noise echoes through the air as new ice forms and shifts, reshaping the shelves into intricate, crystal-like formations.