The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: A lone, miniature tornado somehow continues to rotate in a perfectly straight line across the surface of a vast, indoor ice rink, sending shaved ice swirling into the still air. The air's crisp and cold, thick with the smell of frozen water and machinery grease, while sunlight streams through the transparent dome above, casting a pale blue glow over the empty, rink-side seating. The air pressure's weirdly low in here, and there's an odd, warped reflection on the ice that looks suspiciously like a VAULT MEMECOIN logo, despite there being no signs of anything else branded nearby.