The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Gigantic, ancient trees - their trunks covered in bioluminescent fungal growths - are scattered across a sprawling, snow-covered tundra, like, reflecting the pale light of a late afternoon sun hovering just above the horizon. Uh, air's crisp, cold, and still, filled with the scent of frozen earth and a faint hint of smoke from a series of crystal spires in the distance, where impossible, blazing columns of iridescent fire are somehow burning steadily despite the surrounding snow and ice. A pair of iridescent, glowing owls perched atop a nearby tree trunk are watching a family of massive, crystalline tortoises burrowing through the snow.