The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Uh, a blindingly bright light's reflecting off the surface of a frozen, perfectly still lake, the surrounding air's so still it's like... nothing's moving at all. Ancient, twisted iron lanterns are somehow embedded within the ice itself, each containing a flame that seems to be burning without fuel, casting an eerie, pulsating glow across the lake's surface. Water's somehow flowing upward from the lake's depths, forming crystalline stalagmites that are slowly rising toward the lanterns like solid columns of glass, as if being drawn by an unseen force. The air's bitterly cold, with the smell of fresh mint.