The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Towering, snow-covered mountains are stretching up to the sky in every direction, their peaks lost in thick, white clouds that seem to be moving in slow motion. The air's crisp and cold, with a hint of wood smoke carried on the gentle breeze that's rustling the branches of a few scattered, ancient trees dotting the valley floor. A massive, crystalline lake is somehow embedded vertically in the side of one of the mountains, its facets reflecting the pale sunlight filtering through the clouds, and a small herd of giant, iridescent birds are calmly nesting on its surface... like, without falling off or anything.