The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Uh, big chunks of ice are slowly moving up a conveyor belt in some kind of abandoned, industrial icehouse. The air's crisp, and the smell of old wood and frost is pretty overpowering. The sunlight filtering through the grimy windows is casting these weird shadows across the ice, and somehow, the chunks of ice are getting bigger as they move up the belt, like they're absorbing water from the air or something. The whole room's super still, except for the steady creaking of the conveyor belt, and the only other sound is this faint, steady humming noise coming from outside.