The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Uh, blinding sunlight casts an intense glare across the mirror-like surface of a vast, frozen lake, its crystal-clear ice reflecting the pale light of a distant, pulsing aurora borealis that's somehow synchronized with the rhythmic thrum of a massive, crystalline organ sprouting from the lake's center, its facets shimmering in perfect harmony with the shifting lights above. The air's crisp, with a hint of ozone-free clarity, and there's this weird stillness to it, like it's been vacuum-sealed or something. A delicate, filigree-patterned temple made of what looks like polished obsidian rises from the lake's surface, somehow defying the surrounding ice's buoyancy.