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The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Umm... shattered CDs and vinyl records coat the entire surface of a frozen, rural lake, the shards catching the pale morning sunlight like a million tiny mirrors. A sleek, abandoned speedboat somehow juts out from the ice, its chrome pipes morphed seamlessly into the trunk of a living, ancient cypress tree that rises from the lakebed, its gnarled roots twisted into impossible, Möbius strip-like patterns. The air is heavy with the scent of burnt pine, and this low hum, like a steady bitrate, seems to be vibrating the ice itself. The sun is slowly rising behind a veil of stillness.