The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Sunlight's pouring into a retro-futuristic cryonic preservation lab through a huge, frosty glass ceiling. Umm, the air's super crisp, with a hint of argon and liquid nitrogen, and the pressure's kinda low, making my ears feel weird. All these cryonic preservation pods are scattered around the room, their exterior surfaces covered in, like, frost or something, but there's this one pod in the center of the room that's got a totally different label: "Remilio - Subject Aurora - Revival Successful." Outside, I can hear this super distant rumble of a supersonic jet.