The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Weird... crystal pillars are rising from a frozen lake, somehow supporting this ancient, dilapidated temple, like, suspended in mid-air. The air's freezing, but it's not snowing – there's a low, misty rain drifting downwards, veiling everything in this pale greyish-blue light. Uh, massive, old-school computer monitors are half-buried in the ice, still somehow streaming cat videos on loop... a bunch of butterflies are flitting around a bright blue laser that's punching a perfect, vertical hole through the clouds above. The stillness is oppressive, it's really quiet, except for this low hum still vibrating through the air.