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The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Frosted glass lanterns are scattered across a snow-covered, abandoned ski resort, like, the air is heavy with the scent of wood smoke and diesel fuel. The frozen chairlifts are tangled with thick, pulsing tendrils of frost-encrusted mycelium, slowly etching a network of Ley lines into the surrounding snowdrifts. The sky above is a deep, foreboding grey, yet somehow sunlight pours from the south in a blindingly bright column that terminates abruptly, as if severed, about twenty feet above the snow-covered slopes, leaving the air around it charged with an electric tension.