The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Shattered fragments of neon lights are scattered across the snow-covered slopes of a frozen, abandoned ski resort, like, reflecting the pale blue light of a just-set sun. Umm, the air's heavy with the scent of pine and gasoline, and the stillness is weird, considering the perpetual hum of a few scattered, half-buried vending machines that seem to be dispensing little puffs of frozen CO2 for no reason. As the snowdrifts shift, I see a working replica of the Minecraft Overworld's Mushroom Island slowly rising out of the frozen landscape, as if it's being unearthed by some invisible force.