The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Gigantic, crystalline formations jut out of a dense, misty lake, reflecting the pale blue light filtering through the frozen waterfall behind them. The air's crisp and cold, with a hint of something like bergamot, and it's perfectly still, like the moment before a snowstorm hits. Umm, the ice around the crystals is somehow... breathing, shifting in a slow, rhythmic pattern, like it's alive, and a low-frequency vibration hums through the air, making my teeth ache. A passage from the Emerald Tablet of Thoth is etched into the crystal face in front of me, pulsing with a soft, emerald light.