The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Sunlight's reflecting off a vast, icy lake in the middle of a dense, snow-covered forest. Umm, the air's really crisp and thin, like it's high up in the mountains, and there's a faint scent of smoke in the air. A partially frozen waterfall is cascading down a rocky slope, somehow reversing direction mid-fall and flowing back up the rock face without changing speed or trajectory, as if gravity's got some sort of blind spot here. My head's still pounding, and the fatigue's really starting to get to me again...