The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Dull sunlight seeps through a layer of grimy, cracked ice above, casting a diffuse light on... a chunk of a massive, ruined city, half-buried in the frozen tundra. Umm, air's pretty crisp and cold, with a hint of smoke, like something's been burning nearby, and the sky's this weird, milky color. A shattered, 19th-century, horse-drawn carriage sits motionless, half-encased in ice, its wooden slats still smoldering, like it was set on fire and then suddenly frozen in time.