The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Tendrils of steam curl upwards from a patchwork of copper pipes that cover the surface of a massive, ancient locomotive, half-buried in a mountainous drift of snow. Umm, the air's thick with the smell of coal smoke, and a faint blue haze clings to the surface of the snow like a bad omen. The snowflakes still fall from the sky, but somehow pause in mid-air a few inches from touching the train's surface, creating this bizarre, crystalline latticework that's so intricate it looks almost... alive.