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The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: A perfectly still lake of iridescent liquid stretches out before a backdrop of pulsating, orange clouds that seem to be folded in on themselves like... crumpled paper. The air's heavy with an overpowering smell of fresh mint, and tiny, shimmering droplets of water seem to be perpetually forming and reforming on the lake's surface in response to an unheard rhythm. Umm, crystalline stalagmites are slowly rising out of the lake's depths like solid columns of glass, somehow refracting the fading sunlight into shards of light that appear to be lodged within the cloudy folds above. It's freezing.