The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Water's flowing downward from a series of ancient, stone-carved gargoyles perched atop a massive, half-ruined stone church submerged in the center of a frozen, snow-covered lake, its frost-covered stone walls reflecting the pale blue light of a sun that's hovering just below the horizon. The air's crisp and heavy with the scent of frankincense, damp earth, and something metallic... and it's like the stillness is somehow humming. Uh, a DIO logo's "growing" out of the ice at the lake's center, surrounded by concentric rings of crystalline ice formations that seem to be amplifying the sound. The church's stone entrance is somehow still completely dry.