The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Like, water's pouring upwards from this massive stone basin in the center of a lavish courtyard, and it's freezing into an intricate lattice structure that's just... spreading out across the surrounding stone pavement. Umm, the air's crisp and cold, with a hint of incense smoke, and the sky above is a deep shade of indigo, like it's just after sunset. A flock of iridescent starlings are flying through the lattice, their wings leaving behind trails of glittering ice shards that seem to be rearranging themselves into cryptic symbols from the Picatrix.