The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Tendrils of frost cover a massive, ancient astrolabe etched into the side of a granite mountain, its gears slowly ticking as it tracks the movements of stars that aren't visible in this universe. Umm, the air's got this crisp, metallic smell, like snow and ozone, and the sky above is a deep, burning crimson, with the sun a small, cold disk hovering near the horizon. A frozen, crystalline lake stretches out before the mountain, its surface etched with intricate patterns that seem to be generating a localized distortion of the Earth's magnetic field, causing my compass to spin wildly.