The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Ancient, toppled temple spires pierce the surface of a frozen lake like shards of stone, reflecting the pale light of the aurora borealis dancing above. Uh, the air's crisp and still, with this heavy scent of damp earth and frozen water, and there's this faint humming that seems to be coming from the ice itself. As the aurora shifts, it's illuminating these massive, crystalline growths embedded in the lake's surface, each etched with cryptic glyphs that appear to reference the mystical concept of Ain Soph – the unbound infinite – from Kabbalistic tradition. The lake's water is somehow flowing upwards, refreezing in mid-air.