The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Dense, powdery snow is piling up around the base of this colossal, crystalline statue of a long-forgotten, Lovecraftian deity, like, the air's super still and heavy with an electric charge that's making my skin tingle. Umm, the snow's falling from a clear blue sky above, but it's accumulating in reverse, somehow pulling upwards from the ground to form perfectly symmetrical, swirling patterns around the statue's base. The air's crisp with a hint of woodsmoke, and the sound of crackling flames is echoing through the stillness, despite there being no visible fire in sight.