The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Tendrils of iridescent mist seep from a series of cracks in the surface of a frozen lake, like, coating the surrounding ice formations in a shifting, rainbow-colored sheen. Umm, the air's crisp and still, with a faint tang of ionized air that's making my skin prickle, and the pale sun's hanging low in the sky, casting long shadows across the lake's surface. Water's somehow flowing upwards from the cracks, forming crystalline spires that're reflecting the mist's colors in a dizzying pattern. In the distance, a gleaming, silver gateway appears to be siphoning the lake's water into a seemingly bottomless, crystal-lined shaft.