The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Tendrils of frost are creeping up kilometer-high pillars that hold up a ceiling lost in darkness, like it's trying to escape into the shadows. The air's crisp and still, with a scent of wet stone and the faint tang of something burnt. Umm, water's flowing upward from the pillars' bases, collecting in a series of shallow pools that reflect the faint, eerie light seeping from the crystalline formations embedded in the pillars. Shadows on the pillars seem to be casting shadows of their own, creating an impossible, fractal-like effect that just keeps repeating.