The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Massive, crystalline formations are jutting out of a frozen lake, surrounded by these perfectly normal, snow-covered picnic tables and barbecue grills. Umm, the air's crisp and cold, and I can smell the woodsmoke from a small fire that's burning in a ring of rocks on the ice. The sun's setting somewhere over the trees, casting this warm, golden light over everything, and the ice is somehow... holding together this half-submerged, functioning rollercoaster, which is just... trundling along, the sound of its cars clicking along the tracks echoing through the stillness.