The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Umm, a weirdly uniform layer of clear ice coats everything in this... like, a fast-food kitchen or something, I guess. The air's really thick with the smell of grease and char, and there's this loud, constant rumbling noise like thunder outside, but it's coming from the walls. Greasy french fry containers keep shooting out of the deep fryer, filling with murky water, then getting sucked back down to do it again, all perfectly in sync. The sunlight streaming through the grimy window's somehow cold to the touch, like the light itself has a chill to it.