The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Molten lava flows like honey, forming impossible geometric patterns on the cracked surface of a frozen, crystalline lake, uh, it seems to be defying thermodynamics just... existing in a state of suspended animation, the air's charged with an otherworldly energy. Heavy, acrid fumes cling to the still air, carrying the scent of ozone and burnt earth. Cyclopean, monolithic statues loom from the depths of the lake, partially submerged, reflecting shattered images of a twilight sky on their gleaming, iridescent surfaces. Faint, hieratic symbols etched into the statues seem to be slowly, steadily shifting.