The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Uh, sunlight filters through the windows of a partially abandoned IKEA store somehow lodged on the edge of a vast, still glacier. Shelves are stocked with neatly stacked boxes and products, but the air is thick with the smell of diesel fuel, and crude oil trickles out of a mangled Peloton bike merged with a checkout counter, scrolling the ASCII art Dogecoin logo on the display. The glacier stretches out outside, seemingly endless, and... somehow, rain falls upwards from the ice, accumulating on the clouds above, which are a weird, unnatural shade of blue.