The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Uh, crystal formations are bursting out of a frozen lake, like shards of glass reflecting the pale blue sky above. The air is crisp and cold, with a hint of... something metallic. Water flows upwards from the lake's surface, as if pulled by some unseen force, forming impossible, swirling whirlpools around each crystal spire. Umm, the sound of quietly crackling ice echoes through the stillness.