The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Twisted, crystalline formations jut out from a frozen waterfall, somehow supporting an entire, half-destroyed roller coaster that sticks straight out from the ice like a mangled metal limb. The air's crisp and smells of ice and machine grease, and like, there's an earsplitting screech from somewhere up above as if the roller coaster's still running. I can see that a chunk of the coaster is somehow merged with the crystal formations, creating this weird, glistening track that sends frosty water streaming down its length like some bizarre, crystalline circulation system. The sky above is this deep shade of indigo.