The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Towering glaciers rise out of a tranquil, turquoise lake, the water's surface broken only by a slowly paddling, gigantic, mechanical turtle with a moss-covered shell. Umm, the air is crisp, with a hint of wet earth, and the smell of glacier-polished rock hangs heavy. Like, the sound of gently lapping water resonates against the glaciers, which are somehow reflecting a warm, golden light despite being in the shade of the surrounding mountains, while a series of unconnected, crystalline spires in the distance reflect an entirely different, overcast sky.