The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Umm, a bunch of crystalline otters are sliding down this massive, inverted slide that's somehow going from the ground up into the sky. Like, the air is still and cold, with this weird static charge that's making my skin feel prickly. A low-level fog is rolling in, smelling kinda damp and earthy, but not obstructing my view at all. A massive, pixelated version of a Nyancat GIF is emblazoned on the surface of a nearby crystal formation, and it's somehow fueling the otters as they dart across the ground, sending shivers of frost through the air.