The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: A series of colossal, interlocking Kybalion-inspired glyphs seem to be carved directly into the surface of a frozen, methane-covered lake. The air is super cold, like... way below freezing, with this weird, sharp smell that's kinda making my head spin. Umm, as the pale, diffuse light of the distant sun hits the lake's surface, these glyphs begin to... actually change the local topology, like the ice is warping and folding to create tiny, ephemeral wormholes that collapse and reform every few seconds. The stillness is almost deafening, except for the sound of methane bubbles popping beneath the surface.