The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Turbid, icy water's slowly flowing out of an old, abandoned ski lift's supporting pillars in the middle of a dense, arctic forest. Like, the air's thick with the smell of gasoline and freshly cut wood, and the low air pressure's making my ears feel weird. A bunch of huge, vintage TVs are somehow embedded in the trunks of nearby trees, each one displaying a different Twitch stream of an FPS game with no players in sight. A giant, transparent iceberg is slowly moving uphill, leaving a trail of crushed trees in its wake.