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The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Gigantic ice shelves stretch out to the horizon, illuminated by an unearthly iridescent glow emanating from bioluminescent tendrils etched into the ice like circuitry. The air's frigid, crisp, smelling of frozen carbon dioxide, and it's still – like, totally still, not even a breeze – with an electric charge crackling between the ice shelves. A low hum, kind of... machinery whirring, reverberates beneath my feet as if the ice itself is somehow online, hosting an obscure cryptocurrency mining operation. Umm, frozen fractals are kind of... repairing cracks in the ice, self-reassembling.