The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: A massive crystal dome somehow encloses a sprawling, snow-covered mountain range, stretching up into darkness. The air is freezing and the stillness feels like a physical weight, but like, there's this constant, gentle hum of chanting that's definitely coming from the crystal itself. Tons of gleaming, silver prayer wheels seem to be embedded in the sides of the mountains, and they're turning slowly by themselves, casting these tiny, intricate patterns of light on the snow around them. The sky outside the dome is pitch black, with a giant, blazing star hanging low on the horizon.