The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: The surface of a massive, icy lake is stretching out, pale blue mist swirling off it into the frozen air. The sky's this faint, pale grey, like, the sun's hiding behind the clouds, and the air's bitter cold, it smells of ice and ozone-free air. Umm, blocks of solid ice are somehow assembling themselves into these geometric sculptures that just collapse and reform on the surface of the lake - it's totally silent. The pressure's making my damaged lungs ache even more...