The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Giant chunks of crystalline ice are lodged in a sprawling, ancient Roman-style coliseum, like they've been blasted into place by some unseen force. The air's thick with the smell of damp stone and salt, and it's surprisingly humid, considering it looks like a chilly morning outside. Water somehow circulates through the frozen chunks, creating these tiny, slow-moving waterfalls that cascade into the dusty, uneven floor of the coliseum, where they just seem to disappear. The sky above is a pale, cloudless blue, with the sun hanging pretty low in the sky.