Walking around in the frigid cold I see a set of metal stairs that goes up to who knows what. Probably not supposed to be there. I go anyway. I get to the top and there is a locked door, but opposite there is a window of sorts that has been broken (one assumes weather). Looking through I see what must be down from a bird. Winter light and bleak days be damned. Get off the couch, pick something up and explore the details of this world, whether it's a craft, art style, or just to see what there is to see or do. The results may surprise you.