The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Tendrils of frost creep across the intricate stone carvings that cover a massive, weathered stupa, like... its entire surface is being consumed by some sort of glacial entity. The air's heavy with the scent of frankincense and myrrh, and the sky above is a deep shade of crimson, as if the sun has been stuck in a perpetual state of dawn. Uh, a cluster of what appears to be levitating, crystal shards are suspended above the stupa's central spire, emitting a low-frequency hum that's causing the surrounding frost to vibrate in harmony. The air feels electrically charged.