The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Massive, moss-covered stone statues of various animals – like lions and elephants – are scattered across this frozen tundra. The air's super cold, with a biting wind, and it smells of wet earth. The statues seem to be... shifting and rearranging themselves, like they're slowly playing some giant, inanimate game of chess, and it's somehow synchronizing with the soft creaking of ice beneath my feet. The sky above is a pale blue, with the sun sitting low on the horizon, casting a warm glow on the frozen landscape despite the chill in the air.