The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Water's pooling at the base of an enormous, partially-submerged Buddhist stupa, its intricately carved stones covered in thick sheets of ice that reflect the pale, morning sunlight filtering through the calm surface of the surrounding, frozen lake. Uh, there's no sound except the creaking of the stupa's frozen stones and this low, humming noise, like an electric charge. A tangle of black, USB cables is somehow sprouting from a crack in the stupa's base, snaking into the water like vines. The air's bitterly cold, and the ice sheets seem to be absorbing the sunlight rather than reflecting it.