The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Tons of iridescent, rainbow-colored feathers coat the surface of a frozen, crystalline lake like... a layer of oil slick, under an incredibly pale blue sky with the sun positioned directly overhead, somehow not giving off any heat. The air's crisp, dry, and really still, like nothing's moving. A massive, ornate temple made entirely out of polished obsidian juts out from the center of the frozen lake, while somehow, tiny fragments of ancient Greek pottery continuously fall upwards, as if being pulled by some unseen force into the sky, then disappear. The silence is absolute.