The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: A frozen lake stretches out under a pale, moonless sky, surrounded by towering, sentinel-like spruce trees that seem to be... rooted in the ice itself, as if they'd simply grown out of the frozen surface. The air's crisp and biting, with a hint of something resinous carried on the still, heavy air, and a faint tang of electricity charges the atmosphere, making the hairs on my arms stand up. The trees' shadows cast intricate patterns on the ice that seem to be slowly shifting, reflecting fragments of the 30 Enochian Aethyrs, like they're somehow being drawn into the ice itself.