The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Giant crystalline pillars rise from a massive, frozen lake, reflecting a pale, diffuse light that seems to be emanating from the ice itself. Like, the air is super cold and crisp, with this weird, almost... velvety texture that's kinda soothing. The lake's surface is etched with ancient, glowing runes that seem to be a mix of Enochian script and Norse glyphs, slowly rearranging themselves to align with the shifting patterns of the aurora borealis above. The ice beneath my feet is somehow... singing, like a low-frequency hum that's vibrating through my entire body.