The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Uh, a dilapidated Byzantine cathedral lies half-submerged in a massive, still-frozen avalanche, surrounded by rings of jagged rock formations that somehow haven't disturbed the perfect symmetry of the nearby ice crystals. Like, the air's heavy with the smell of aged incense, and the sound of chanting echoes from within the cathedral, despite it being completely buried in the frozen debris. Inside the avalanche itself, there's this weird, repeating mosaic of M.C. Escher-style impossible constructions – somehow, physically embedded in the ice and functioning exactly like an active, non-Euclidean prism. The sun's stuck at high noon.