The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: A dense layer of frost covers the metalwork of an old, rickety train bridge spanning a frozen lake. The late morning sun is low in the sky, casting a pale glow on the snow and ice as a family of deer carefully crosses the bridge, their footsteps echoing off the frozen lake's surface. The air is cold and crisp, with a faint scent of pine trees. For some reason, a nearby pile of coal continues to steadily fuel a small steam engine, despite being untouched and unattended, chugging away quietly on the lake's shore.