The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Umm, massive crystal formations, like, columns, are rising up from a perfectly still, icy lake. The air's super cold, and I can see my breath misting up in the chill. A small, functional replica of the Space Shuttle somehow rests on the lake's surface, its main engines firing up quietly every few seconds, sending ripples through the otherwise glassy water. The sky above is a pale blue, with the sun at a pretty low angle in the sky, casting long shadows across the crystal columns.