The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: A crystal-encrusted stalagmite is sitting at the center of a massive, frozen-over pond, surrounded by rings of concentric, glowing ice. Umm, the late afternoon sun's casting a golden glow over the surrounding trees, where ivy's snaking up through the branches, despite the air being super cold. Water's somehow seeping upwards from the pond's frozen surface, forming these intricate, lace-like patterns that seem to be resonating with a low-frequency hum coming from the stalagmite, which is somehow causing the trees to lean in towards it, like they're trying to listen. The air's charged with ozone-like static.