The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Tendrils of morning glories are wrapped around the massive, centuries-old stone statues of Griffin-like creatures, their beaks covered in moss, like they're being slowly swallowed by the vines. The air's thick with the smell of saltwater, and seagulls can be heard crying overhead despite being what feels like miles inland. Snowflakes are gently settling upwards onto the statues' weathered surfaces as they stand watch over a massive, still body of water that's... literally cube-shaped. The sun is shining directly onto the center of the frozen lake's surface, making it sparkle like a billion tiny diamonds.