The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Uh, sunlight's filtering through... a thick layer of frost covering a large, abandoned... velodrome, or something. The air's pretty still and humid, with this sweet smell of ice, and there's just a slight electric charge to it, makes my skin feel kinda tingly. This giant crystal's growing out of the track's center, and a whole bunch of iridescent butterflies are just... embedded in the crystal, like they're a part of it, no big deal.