The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Snow-covered, jagged peaks of mountains stretch out endlessly in every direction, the pale blue sky above them a stark contrast to the dark, almost black water of a lake that's somehow not frozen, despite the freezing air. Umm, a thin layer of mist is rising from the lake's surface, and the air's crisp and clean, smelling of petrichor, but it's like, heavy with an electric charge that's making the hairs on my arms stand up. Water's flowing upwards from the lake's center, forming a massive, crystalline fountain that's just... suspended there, defying gravity, and the low hum from before is still vibrating through everything.