The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Glassy smooth ice stretches across a massive, frozen lake, reflecting a pale blue sky above. Thin wisps of cirrus clouds drift lazily by, like... they're actually being pulled down towards the ice in slow, twisted columns. A bunch of weird, frost-covered rocks are somehow sticking straight out of the ice at 90-degree angles, even though there's no visible support. The air's crisp, still, and freezing, with this sharp scent of cold ozone, umm, the sun's sitting low in the west, casting super long shadows across the lake's surface.