The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Frosted wind turbines stretch out in every direction, their blades stuck mid-rotation. The air's crisp and it smells kinda metallic, like ozone's building up but not quite discharging yet... it's humid, too, which is weird considering the snow covering everything. Umm, there's this massive, pixelated Dream SMP-style castle floating - no, not floating, it's like, rooted? - in the center of the wind farm, reflecting the pale sunlight filtering through the fog.