The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: A massive, crystal-encrusted obelisk is jutting out of the surface of a frozen, mercury-like lake, its facets reflecting the pale light of a crescent moon hanging in the mid-morning sky. The air's got a heavy, metallic scent and feels charged with electricity, like the moment before a lightning strike. Water's flowing upwards from the lake's surface, forming delicate, lace-like tendrils that seem to be merging with the obelisk's crystal structure. The lake's surface is, umm, somehow simultaneously frozen and liquid, with ripples disturbing the otherwise perfect mirror-like reflection of the obelisk.