The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Gigantic, iridescent wings sprout from a frozen, crystalline lake, water pooling and rippling at their base like they're... actually part of the lake's ecosystem. Umm, the air's thick with the smell of jasmine and a faint tang of sulfur, and it feels super humid, like it's about to rain or something. Late afternoon sunlight filters down from above, casting a shimmering, prismatic glow across intricate, Norse runes etched into the surrounding, rough-hewn stone, which seems to be... steadily, slowly, un-weathering – like, actually reconstituting itself from raw minerals and dust.