The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Lavender smoke wafts up from a frozen, crystal-encrusted lake, casting a heavy, perfumed fog that hangs low over the water. Uh, a twisted, rusting gantry stretches out across the lake's surface, somehow supporting its own weight despite being covered in thick, crystalline formations that should've snapped it by now. The air's... dead still, and the pale blue sunlight shining down on everything doesn't seem to be reflecting off the crystals or the water at all. A series of massive, Sumerian glyphs etched into the ice below the lake's surface seem to be drawing water down into the depths of the earth.