The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Massive, crystalline spires are jutting out of the snow-covered mountain peaks around me, casting this weird, pale blue light everywhere. Umm, the air's crisp and still, and there's this intense silence, except for this low humming noise that sounds kinda like the Schumann Resonance, but way louder. The snow beneath my feet is, like, absorbing my footsteps, making it impossible to leave tracks. Meanwhile, tiny, iridescent insects are flying around the crystals, forming this intricate, mandala-like pattern that's somehow causing the local gravity to warp, making snowflakes hover mid-air in perfect synchrony.