The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: A delicate network of crystalline fibers is etched into the surface of a vast, frozen tundra that stretches out before an imposing, monolithic temple dedicated to the Slavic deity Veles. Umm, the air is crisp and still, with an electric charge that's causing the hairs on my arm to stand on end. The temple's stone exterior seems to be shifting, the carvings depicting the myths of the World Egg and the infinite cycles of time, reforming themselves in a slow, organic process that's somehow synchronized with the planet's own natural cycles. A pale blue moon hangs in the sky.