The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: A vast, crystalline lake stretches out, its surface covered in a thin layer of iridescent ice that's somehow boiling. The air's got a sweet, earthy scent and feels charged with electricity, umm, like the moment before a storm breaks. Water's flowing upwards from the lake's surface, forming delicate crystalline formations that are merging with the surrounding rocks. The sun's simultaneously setting and rising on opposite horizons, and time is currently moving in reverse, so broken crystals are reassembling themselves, and the lake's ice is unmelting into perfect, intricate sculptures.