The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Massive, twisted copper pipes burst from the cracked, mirror-like surface of a frozen lake, as if they've grown organically from the water itself. Uh, the air is heavy with an intense, burning smell like phosphorus, the sky above a pale, eerie blue, with no sun visible. Snowflakes fall slowly around the pipes, somehow weaving in and out of their twisted, hollow structures without touching the surface. A low, almost subsonic hum vibrates the air, causing tiny ripples on the frozen lake that seem to echo the shape of some unknown sigil etched into the surface of the water.