The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: A perfectly preserved, 1950s-style diner somehow coexists with a massive chunk of a glacier, its bright, chrome exterior half-embedded in the ice. Umm, the air's biting cold and crisp, with a weird... stillness to it, like everything's frozen in time, and the smell's all cold, damp earth. Water's slowly dripping down from the glacier above, pooling around the diner's neon sign, which is somehow still lit, casting this super warm glow on the surrounding ice. The sun's low in the sky, casting an orange-red hue over the glacier's jagged edge.