The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Uh, shadows... twisting around this massive, ancient, stone... lingam, I think, just jutting out of the center of a frozen lake. The air's still and there's this... crushing pressure, my ears feel like they're about to rupture, but the lake's not moving, just... this ice, slowly creeping up the statue's sides. Umm, there's this... crescent moon hanging right above the lingam, but it's, like, beneath the ice, shining up at me from the depths... of the lake or something... gasp.