The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Rocks and pebbles are scattered on the surface of a massive, frozen lake that stretches out as far as the eye can see. Umm, the air's crisp, with a hint of cold metal and still, except for the distant rumble of shifting ice. A lone, old-fashioned lantern somehow remains lit and sitting on the lake's surface, despite being completely engulfed by a slowly spreading sheet of frost that doesn't seem to be affecting the flame inside. The midday sun beats down on the ice, but somehow, the frost around the lantern is slowly getting thicker.