The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Rough, volcanic rock formations are jutting out of the ground, partially covered in dense, frost-encrusted moss. Like, the air's crisp and still, and the pale, silver light of the twin moons is reflecting off the surface of a massive, frozen lake in the distance, illuminating ancient, Enochian glyphs etched into the rocky facades. Meanwhile, water's slowly seeping upward from the ground, forming an impossible, self-sustaining vortex that's somehow supporting a sprawling network of frozen, crystalline filaments that seem to be infusing the air with a subtle, electric charge. Umm, it smells like damp earth and ozone-free air.