The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Gnarly, frost-encrusted machinery hums and rattles beneath the ice surface of some frozen, crystalline lake, uh, pumping out a steady stream of frigid air that smells of ozone-freezers and freshly sharpened ice skates. Umm, aurora borealis wisps dance above the surface, casting this pulsing blue-green light across everything, and for some reason the ice itself seems to be exerting a gentle, pulling force against the surrounding environment. It's freezing cold and still as glass, but this doesn't stop the rain from slowly falling upwards from the ice into a turbulent, crimson-colored sky.