The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Uh, the air's thick with a heavy, sweet scent, like... honey or something, and it's warm, feels like mid-afternoon. A sprawling, ornate greenhouse just... sits on the surface of a frozen lake, surrounded by ice-covered evergreen trees, the windows steaming with condensation. This... flock of iridescent, crystalline birds are flying in slow motion through the greenhouse, leaving trails of glittering, shimmering dust in their wake. The sun's sitting low in the sky, casting a pale, golden light over everything, and it's so still, like the whole world's just... paused.