The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Tendrils of citrus-scented smoke seep from the nostrils of a colossal, stone statue of a many-headed serpent, coiled around a frozen, crystalline lake, where bioluminescent lichen casts a pale, blue glow on the mist-shrouded surface. Uh, the air's heavy with an electric charge that's making my skin prickle, and time appears to be unfolding in loops here – I can see fish swimming backwards, re-forming into eggs, and leaping back onto the shore as if pulled by an unseen force. Like, the sun's frozen at a 45-degree angle in the sky, casting this... perpetual, pulsating light everywhere.