The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: A blindingly bright, snowy valley stretches out beneath a pale blue sky, with massive chunks of ice breaking off a glacier in the distance, sending shards crashing to the ground. Like, the air's really crisp and thin, I can see my breath, and the smell of wood smoke and burning tar wafts over from somewhere. A small stone shrine in the center of the valley has smoke rising from it, even though there's no visible fire or fuel, and on its surface, an engraving of the Flower of Life pattern seems to be altering itself to match the rhythm of the glacier calving. Uh, I really need to find shelter, this fatigue's eating away at me...