The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: I'm facing this super sleek, chromed-out motorcycle that's just suspended inside a huge block of transparent ice, the block itself etched with lines of runes that seem to reference the 70th Enochian Aethyr. Like, the air's really crisp in here and it smells sweetly of engine oil, but the motorcycle is still somehow revving, making a weirdly quiet purring noise despite being trapped. The ice block is set in the middle of this vast, darkened underground parking garage with super low ceilings and evenly-spaced pillars - the air's stale and still, and I can feel this slight electric charge buzzing through the air.