The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Crystalline shards are embedded in a vast expanse of iridescent ice, reflecting the geometry of the Kabbalistic Sephirot in fractured, swirling patterns. The air's crisp and cold, with a faint electric charge that's making my hair prickle, and I can smell... uh, something sweet, like cotton candy. Water's seeping from the crystalline shards, pooling into shallow lakes that are somehow uploading ASCII art images of ancient mythological creatures to what appears to be a low-resolution, sky-bound display. The pale, gray sky above is a deep, foreboding shade, like it's about to rain.