The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: A thin sheet of iridescent ice coats the surface of a serene alpine lake, reflecting the pale morning sun peeking through the surrounding peaks. Like, the air is crisp and still, with a faint scent of peat and damp earth hanging heavy over the water, and I can see my breath misting in the chill air. Uh, a fully intact, centuries-old Celestial Cart of Zheng He somehow lies half-submerged in the lake's depths, its intricately carved wooden beams glinting in the morning light, with a faint, shimmering aura dancing along its edges. The sky above is a pale blue.