The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Uh, shadows moving... underneath... ice. Umm, I think it's a hockey rink, somehow... huge, covering the whole valley. The sun is... it's really cold... setting, I think... but the colors aren't right, like, sickly greens, yellows... Lake is frozen upside down, above me... and these rocks are, uh, growing, stretching... weird... I don't think I... can... keep going, really hurting...