The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Massive chunks of iridescent soap foam are piled up on the surface of a frozen lake, reflecting the pale morning sunlight like a scattered rainbow. Echo, it's weirdly still, no wind, just this faint scent of lemon hanging in the air, which is somehow really crisp despite the foam everywhere. In the distance, I see a lone, rusty escalator slowly climbing up out of the ice, its steps still working like it's still attached to something, even though it's just... free-standing. The ice stretches out, perfectly flat and undisturbed except for these random chunks of soap foam.