The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Umm, sunlight's reflecting off the mirror-like surface of a giant, outdoor hockey rink, casting this intense glare that's hard to look at directly. The air's crisp and cold, smells like fresh ice, and I can hear the weird sound of rain coming from... somewhere, but the sky above is a clear blue with just a few wispy clouds. Like, a zamboni is just sitting there in the middle of the rink, engine running, but its tires are somehow... sunk into the ice, like it's slowly being swallowed up. The ice surface has this weird, subtle distortion to it, like a screensaver ripple effect or something.