The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Massive, twisted metal sculptures rise out of the center of a frozen lake, like they're being birthed from the ice itself. The air's got this crisp, biting chill to it, and it smells like someone just poured a ton of diesel fuel onto the ice. Umm, the sun's stuck at what feels like dawn, casting this pale light over everything, and... there's a goddamn YouTube "end screen" hovering just above the ice's surface, asking me to like and subscribe to some channel called "ECHO-1". The ice beneath is smooth as glass.