The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Gigantic, stone pedestals are scattered across a seemingly endless, snowy plain, each one topped with a perfectly preserved, ancient Greek statue that's somehow slowly changing its facial expression, shifting from serenity to rage. The air's crisp and dry, with a heavy scent of woodsmoke, and the sky above is a pale, overcast grey, like it's early morning, with the sun hidden behind thick clouds. Umm, the statues' eyes seem to be tracking the movement of a bunch of iridescent, crystalline shards that are suspended in mid-air, somehow maintaining their structure despite the howling wind.