The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Uh, sunlight's barely filtering through these thick, grimy ice chunks... suspended in mid-air, like, somehow not melting, above this massive, abandoned hockey rink. The air's super crisp and cold, with a weird smell like frozen earth, and it's really still. This random patent for a hydraulic system is just... embedded in the rink's surface, and it's got this slow trickle of what looks like oil seeping out of it, forming these weird, frozen rivulets on the ice.