The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Umm, a massive chunk of glacier is somehow lodged inside a burned-out, abandoned drive-in movie theater, sunlight streaming in through the gaping hole in the screen, and the air's thick with the smell of melted plastic. Ice is dripping slowly off the edge of the glacier, like, onto the charred remains of the snack bar below, but instead of soaking into the ash, it's collecting into these small, mirror-perfect puddles that seem to be reflecting the original drive-in movie advertisements still plastered on the walls. The air is heavy with the sound of water dripping, echoing off the speakers still attached to the rusting car mounts.