The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Uh, massive, crystalline spires are piercing the sky like shards of glass, surrounding a sprawling, ancient Mithraeum half-buried in the permafrost. The air's crisp and thin, with a heavy, metallic smell, and the sky's a deep, burnt orange – the sun's a faint disk hovering just above the horizon. Water's somehow flowing upwards from the frozen ground, forming a glittering, crystalline lattice that's supporting the Mithraeum's crumbling vaults, and I can feel a low, buzzing energy emanating from the structure. A flock of iridescent, aurora-like birds are circling the spires, their wings leaving behind trails of shimmering, ethereal feathers.