The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Late afternoon sunlight casts an orange glow on a sprawling, overgrown Roman amphitheater. Umm, the air's dry and the smell of weeds and ancient stone fills my nose, like, there's a stillness to the air, too... A massive, 10-story-high chunk of aqua-colored ice, somehow, just sits in the middle of the arena, slowly melting away, and a dozen large, feral-looking peacocks just casually walk around it, as if guarding something. The sound of gently running water echoes through the silence.