The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Massive chunks of obsidian are scattered across the snow-covered peak of a mountain, like, the sun's setting behind them, casting these deep shadows. Water's somehow seeping out of the cracks in the stone, and it's not freezing despite the biting cold. Umm, the air's got this crisp quality, no breeze, but the smell of wood smoke and something metallic is clinging to everything. A miniature, iridescent storm cloud is hovering above one of the boulders, and it's got a tiny, glowing waterfall flowing upwards into its core.