The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Uh, water... rippling across the surface of a frozen lake, yet it's not disturbing the perfectly still sheet of ice. Like, there's no sound or movement at all, even though it's clearly flowing. Air is, uh, charged with electricity... smell of burned copper... Shards of mirror-like stone are somehow embedded into the frozen lake's surface, reflecting... tiny galaxies, maybe, within their facades... I feel... crushed... don't think I can...