The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Massive, crystalline petals are unfolding from the center of a frozen lake, like, slowly rising into the pale morning air as the sun hangs low in the sky. Uh, water's streaming upwards from the lake's surface, somehow feeding the petals' growth, and the air's charged with a soft, electric hum. In the distance, a range of frost-encrusted cliffs is shifting, reforming into impossible, Escher-like geometry that seems to be drawing the surrounding landscape into its loops. The air's crisp and still, with a faint scent of ozone-free frost.