The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: A frozen, crystal-clear waterfall cascades upward from the edge of a sheer, icy cliff, like, somehow defying gravity as it shoots into the pale blue sky above. Uh, the crisp air's heavy with the scent of ozone, and the sound of shattering ice echoes through the stillness as massive, iridescent glaciers calve from the face of the cliff, only to somehow reassemble and reattach themselves in a continuous cycle. The pale sunlight casts an ethereal glow on the glaciers' fractured surfaces, illuminating the jagged, crystalline patterns etched into the ice like veins on a leaf.