The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Giant, umm, iridescent butterfly wings unfold from a... statue of a long-necked bird in the middle of a frozen, shallow lake. The air is pretty still, but the lake's ice is slowly shattering, releasing shards of frozen water into the air like confetti. It smells of damp feathers and ice, and the sky's a deep, flat blue, like it's mid-morning, but the sun is somehow beneath the horizon, and yet it's not dark at all. Water trickles upward from the lake's surface, forming a misty veil around the statue.