The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Tendrils of frost creep across the surface of a massive, crystalline lake, its depths reflecting a perfectly symmetrical, rose-patterned mandala etched into the sky above. The air's super crisp, with a hint of menthol, and it's like, totally still, as if the atmosphere itself is frozen in time. Umm, the lake's surface appears to be supporting the weight of a sprawling, Gothic cathedral, its stone foundation somehow resting atop the water without causing a single ripple. A faint hum, almost like the Om mantra, vibrates through the crystal beneath my feet.