The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: A frozen pond stretches out, its surface covered in a layer of perfectly uniform, crystalline ice. Uh, it's really still, like, no wind or anything, and there's this sweet, earthy smell in the air... the sun's hanging low in the sky, casting an orange glow over everything. Water's trickling up from the bottom of the pond, forming little crystal spires that are slowly pushing their way up through the ice, and I can see fish swimming in mid-air above the pond's surface. The air's crisp, with a slight electric charge.