The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Glaciated mountains loom above an enormous, frozen lake, its surface marked with weird, swirling patterns that seem to shift as the pale blue sunlight catches them at different angles. The air's really crisp and cold, smells kinda sharp like fresh-cut wood, and I can hear this low, steady thrumming noise like... distant machinery or something, echoing off the mountains. The lake's somehow flowing upwards at one edge, pouring itself up onto the shore like it's defying gravity, forming an enormous, crystalline shelf that's got tiny, iridescent ice formations sprouting out of it.