The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Uh, a half-buried school bus is somehow protruding from the middle of a crystal-clear glacier, like, with snowdrifts piling up around the broken windows and mangled bumper. The air's bitterly cold and the sunlight shining through the ice is casting this pale, aquamarine glow on the frozen ground. A bunch of scavenged, rotting fish carcasses are somehow strewn around the bus, as if they were somehow transported up here from... wherever, and just... just froze solid. It's eerily quiet, with only a faint creaking sound as the bus's rusting door seems to... just occasionally shift open by itself.