The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Rain's pattering down on the flat, silver surface of a huge, frozen lake, sending concentric circles of ripples out across the stillness. Umm, a flock of massive, crystalline geese are waddling along the lake's edge, their bodies somehow reflecting the pale colors of the surrounding sky like... they're partially made of cloud or something. There's this heavy, crackling smell of supercooled air, and the sound of really distant thunder, but like, it's not rumbling - it's singing this smooth, wordless melody. The late afternoon sun's hovering just above the horizon, casting everything in this pale, icy light.