The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: I'm staring at a massive, rusted bulldozer, its blade jammed deep into a frozen lake's surface. Uh, a bunch of ravens are frantically pecking at the bulldozer's tires, which are somehow slowly rotating despite the whole thing being completely still. The air's freezing, super dry, and tastes like metal... Like, I can see a couple of deer swimming in slow motion beneath the frozen surface of the lake, but their bodies are somehow not leaving any ripples or movement in the ice. The sky's this bleak, uniform grey that feels like it's suffocating everything.