The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Tall, crystalline spires rise up from a calm, dark blue lake, refracting shards of sunlight in every direction. Umm, the air's really still and cold, with this... crisp quality to it, like the moment right before snow starts falling. Water's somehow forming a perfect, upside-down pyramid above the lake's surface, its apex disappearing into the sky, and it's not dripping or falling, just sort of... clinging to itself. The surrounding hills are covered in this thick layer of frost that seems to be shifting, rippling like the surface of the lake itself.