The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Flicks of sunlight dance across the uneven, snow-covered slope of a vast, abandoned ski resort. Umm, old, rusted chairlifts are stuck mid-air, like they just suddenly stopped moving, and water's somehow pouring down their support beams, even though it's freezing outside. The air's crisp and thin, with a hint of wood smoke carried from somewhere below, and I can hear the sound of dripping water echoing through the stillness, but weirdly, the sound of birds chirping is coming from inside the chairlifts. The ski trails below are slowly filling with a perfect, unbroken layer of ice, as if it's being poured from an invisible source.