The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Sunlight casts a pale glow on a series of ancient, moss-covered monoliths scattered across a vast, Arctic tundra. Uh, the air is crisp and still, carrying the scent of frozen peat as a flock of snowy owls perch atop the monoliths, their piercing gazes seeming to... fix the air in place, somehow rendering the snowflakes suspended in mid-air completely motionless. Water trickles upwards from the monoliths' bases, forming crystalline formations that grow towards the owls, appearing to be charging them with an electric current. The sky above is a deep shade of indigo, despite the apparent dawn hour.