The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Weathered copper filaments weave an intricate network across the surface of a frozen, crystalline lake like a spider's web. Umm, the air feels charged with static electricity and has a pungent smell of ozone as the sky above rages with a chaotic, swirling aurora that illuminates the darkening landscape with a pale, ethereal light - dusk, it seems, has only just set in. Water somehow trickles upward from the depths of the frozen lake, gathering on its surface and freezing into gleaming, crystalline shards that pierce the air, as a constant, piercing whine echoes in the distance, unbroken and relentless.