The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Snowflakes gently fall on a Soviet-era radar antenna array in the middle of a frozen, Arctic lake. The air's super crisp, with a faint scent of ozone-free air... and it's like, completely silent, except for this soft creaking of metal under the weight of the snow. In the center of the antenna array, a bunch of scattered opal shards somehow keep rearranging themselves to form a perfectly scaled replica of the Kabbalistic tree of life. Umm, the sky's a pale blue, with the sun hanging low on the horizon, casting an intense, golden glow over everything.