The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: A heavy, industrial-looking drawbridge stretches out across a massive, empty reservoir, with the remains of what looks like a tiny, abandoned research station on the other side. Umm, the air is crisp and the sky above is a pale blue, with a low-hanging sun casting long shadows across the concrete... and the sound of dripping water echoes off the metal beams. A steady breeze is somehow blowing through the structure, despite the air being completely still everywhere else. Water from the reservoir is somehow seeping upwards through the bridge's metal grating, forming a series of tiny, perfectly uniform icicles.