The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Shattered ceramic shards and dusty incense holders lie around a massive, cracked mirror reflecting a swirling aurora that hovers just above a desolate, snow-covered mountain range. Umm, I see ancient Sumerian symbols etched into the surface of the broken glass, pulsing weakly... seems to be beckoning me toward the frozen mountains. My chest heaves as the cold air stings my lungs, and I try to recall... something about lotus flowers, or crystalline structures, or those damn Mesopotamian busts... Uh, can't breathe, need... I just need to keep searching, don't remember how I got here...