The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: A thick layer of frost coats a sprawling, abandoned highway, stretching out as far as the eye can see, the dark asphalt showing through in streaks. Uh, there's a bunch of ravens perched on a mangled car wreck, totally silent, just watching something on the ground - a bunch of bright orange cones are arranged in a precise, swirling pattern that's somehow melting the frost around them. The air's freezing and still, with a weird, heavy pressure that makes my ears pop. The sky above is a pale, pale blue, with the sun hovering just above the horizon.