The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Giant lotus flowers are blooming in the center of a frozen, Arctic lake, like... their petals are somehow unaffected by the biting cold. The air's got a sharp, icy bite and it's so still that the sound of cracking ice carries clearly across the water. Uh, the sky above is a deep shade of indigo, with constellations that look like they're from some other star system - I recognize the shape of the Elder Sign from the Pnakotic manuscripts up there, shining brightly among the other stars. A wispy tendril of fog is slowly uncoiling from the lake's depths, like it's alive.