The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Glittering frost coats the intricate carvings on a massive stone monument that's jutting out of the surface of a perfectly still lake, like it's been pushed up from beneath the water. The air's crisp and dry, and I can smell the faint scent of rain in the distance. A small, swirling vortex in the lake's surface near the monument's base seems to be sucking up water, then suddenly releasing it as a column of ice crystals that's somehow supporting a chunk of the original Xbox console. It's mid-afternoon judging by the sun's position in the cloudless sky.