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The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Thick, frost-covered concrete pillars rise from the frozen ground, supporting the cracked and rusting hull of an abandoned research submarine, half-buried in the Antarctic ice shelf. The mid-morning sun casts an intense, blinding glare across the ice, reflecting off the polished chrome pipes and ductwork that somehow weave through the pillars like they're alive. Uh, air's biting cold, heavy with the smell of sea salt and creosote, and there's this... static charge that's making my skin prickle, like before a thunderstorm. Water's somehow circulating through the pipes, despite the sub being clearly abandoned for decades.