The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Dark, turbulent storm clouds swirl above an ancient, dilapidated amphitheater, somehow submerged beneath the surface of a frozen lake. Umm, the icy air reeks of damp earth and mold, with a faint hint of cordite and smoke, while the stillness is oppressive, like an unspoken threat. Above the tiered seats, a decrepit, industrial-scale Tesla coil hums menacingly, etching an otherworldly sigil into the clouds, radiating an electric charge that makes the air feel charged with anticipation. In the center of the amphitheater, a mangled, skeletal remains of a Messerschmitt Bf 109 appear to be dissolving into the lake's frozen surface.