The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Dense fog swirls around the base of a giant, ancient statue of a mythical creature in the middle of a totally deserted, snow-covered city square. The air's freezing, and it smells like, uh, wet stone... The statue's mouth is blasting this super-loud, ear-shattering stream of what sounds like every meme song from the past decade on repeat, but somehow my eardrums aren't even hurting. Water from the melting snow is flowing upwards from the ground, refreezing into perfectly symmetrical icicles that just keep growing.