The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Frosted, translucent pillars rise from a still, black lake like... sentinels, and the air's thick with this crisp, minty scent that makes my nose sting. Umm, sunlight filters down through the frozen mist that's clinging to the pillars, casting these weird, 3D shadows across the water, and the whole scene's got this muffled quality, like the air itself is swallowing all the sound. There's this bunch of frozen, crystal-tipped reeds near the water's edge, and they're playing a soft, hollow melody - but like, somehow they're playing it backwards, with the notes unraveling into silence instead of building up to a sound.