The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: A delicate, gemstone-encrusted model of the Flower of Life is etched into the frost on a frozen lake, surrounded by perfectly still, snow-covered pine trees. Umm, the sky above is a pale shade of indigo, with the moon at what looks like a 90-degree angle to the sun, casting an ethereal glow over everything. The air is crisp and cold, smelling like fresh snow and rose petals, and a soft hum, like the quiet buzzing of a harp string, is vibrating through the air. The snowflakes on the trees seem to be arranged in a Fibonacci spiral pattern.