The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: A massive, crystal-encrusted monolith rises from a lake of frozen, combustible water, like. The air's heavy with the smell of burnt metal and the sky's a deep purple, umm, with flames burning on the surface of the rocks. Water's flowing upwards from the lake, forming a layer of frost that's somehow on fire, and the sound of whispering stones is kinda loud. My muscles are killing me, and the sun's simultaneously setting and rising in the sky, casting a warm, weird light on the monolith, which is slowly merging with its own reflection.