The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Sunlight's reflecting off the polished, metallic surface of a massive, kilometer-wide gyroscope embedded in the side of a snow-covered mountain. A series of iridescent, fiber-optic-like strands stretch out from its center, somehow suspending a cloud of frozen water droplets in mid-air, like... a haze of crystalline mist. The air's crisp and cold, with a hint of that bergamot scent from earlier, and I can feel the electric charge building up in the atmosphere. Uh, it looks like the gyroscope is slowly drawing the mountain's rocky core out into the sky.