The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: A frozen, crystalline lake stretches out under a sky that's this... pale, metallic blue, like. The air's still and the pressure's high, making my ears ache, and I can smell something sharp and chemical. At the lake's center, a perfectly preserved, ancient Minoan temple slowly rises from the ice, water pouring off its walls as it breaks the surface, while the sound of whispers and shattering glass echoes through the air, getting louder by the second. Umm, the temple's entrance is guarded by a pair of massive, motionless swans with eyes that seem to be burning with this soft, ethereal fire.