The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Uh, massive waves are crashing against the shore of a vast, frozen lake, sending ice shards flying everywhere, but somehow the water's surface is completely still, like a mirror. The air's crisp, and I can smell the metallic tang of...I don't know, something, and the pale light of a just-rising sun is casting long shadows across the ice. The sky above is a deep shade of purple, and it's weirdly quiet except for the faint hum of... machinery, maybe, coming from beneath the lake's surface. The ice itself is somehow rearranging into weird, glitch-art patterns.