The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: A slow-moving freight train is somehow embedded vertically into the center of a massive, crystalline iceberg, its cargo cars and engine eerily silent despite being half-buried in the ice. The air's crisp and cold, with a faint smell of diesel fuel, and the sky's a deep, electric blue, like... it's about to storm, but the sun's still high overhead. A few feet away, a cluster of iridescent, bioluminescent plants are growing right out of the iceberg's surface, casting a weird, pulsing glow over the train's rusty metal. Uh, water's trickling uphill from the train's wheels, collecting in a pool on the ice's surface.