The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: A colossal, crystalline cathedral stretches towards the sky, its facets reflecting a pale silver light that seems to emanate from the structure itself. Umm, the air's super cold, like... it's got this crisp, metallic bite to it, and it's totally still – not a single breath of wind. As I look around, I see that the cathedral's architecture seems to be... shifting, like it's being rewritten by some invisible force, and on its walls, intricate patterns from the Book of Soyga are steadily forming, etched into the crystal as if by an invisible hand.