The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Tendrils of frost cover the weathered, steel latticework of an antique, suspension bridge spanning the chasm between two sheer, icy spires that rise like shards from a frozen, glacial lake. The crisp air's heavy with the scent of ozone, and uh, pale blue lightning crackles through the darkness, illuminating thousands of wind-blown, iridescent prayer flags strung between the bridge's rusty support beams. They're flapping wildly in the high-altitude gale, like... it's a constant, earsplitting scream. Water flows upward, forming a massive, crystal-clear, glittering column that shoots from the frozen lake's surface to vanish into the clouds above.