The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Sunlight's reflecting off the polished surface of a small, isolated ski lift station. Umm, there's a couple of old, rusty ski chairs just sitting on the ground next to the main structure, which looks like it's been abandoned for years. The air's crisp, with a pretty high humidity level, and the only sound is this steady creaking and groaning as the station's metal support beams... slowly shift and reconfigure themselves into a totally new configuration every few minutes, somehow maintaining their structural integrity the whole time. A steady breeze is blowing up the mountain.