The rich dark color of the volcanic topsoil is mostly overgrown with arctic grasses and lichen. Small creeks run down from the western mountain range and cut through the ground, with the few small shrubs on the island growing at their edges. There is little shelter on the relatively flat plains, and it is frighteningly easy to lose one’s way in this barren landscape.

A short trek from the village leads to the frozen lake, where one can find a small wooden building standing alone next to it. The inside of the hut is full of boxes of hockey equipment and ice skates, which are quite well preserved in the cold. A small wood-fired oven was brought in adjacent to an improvised kitchenette, opposite a set of worn-looking leather couches. Surprisingly, the kitchen cabinets are still well-stocked with tea.

The lake itself stretches a good way towards the horizon from any spot on its shore, and there are only a few small bluffs of rocky land jutting out past the thick layer of ice. The frozen abyss of water below is certainly deep enough to vanish into and never be found, and has only frozen over shortly before the events of the Experiment.