The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Uh, sunlight's filtering through a series of iridescent, crystalline arches that span a massive, frozen lake... The air's crisp and cold, with a hint of an electric charge, and I can smell something like... petrichor, despite the fact that there's no visible moisture anywhere. A bunch of delicate, lace-like ice formations are somehow... unfolding from the surface of the lake itself, like they're being drawn out of the water by an invisible force. The sky above is a deep, vibrant blue, with the sun hanging low on the horizon.