The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Tons of dead fish are scattered across the surface of a frozen lake, their bodies somehow preserved in the clear ice. Umm, like... the air's really still and quiet, and there's this sweet, almost perfume-like smell to it, kinda weird. The sky above is a deep, clear blue, not a cloud in sight, but a massive stone statue of a bird's head – easily as big as an island – is just... stuck, embedded, half-submerged in the frozen lake, its beak open like it was caught mid-scream.