The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Giant, concentric mandalas are etched into the ice surface of a vast, frozen lake. Umm, the air's got a biting cold and the stillness is almost eerie, probably late evening by the faint position of the stars shining through the frozen crystals. A massive, slowly-rotating, crystal-tipped lotus flower has somehow merged with a perfectly-mirrored image of itself, creating a seamless, self-replicating loop of ice and light that's steadily seeping a fragrant, honey-like liquid into the frozen lake. The air's charged with a gentle, buzzing electricity that's resonating with the mandalas.