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The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: A series of iridescent, swirling patterns dance across the surface of a vast, frozen lake, somehow not reflecting the pale, early morning sunlight. Umm, the air is crisp and biting, smelling of frozen water and a hint of frankincense. A large, ancient-looking door, like from a medieval church, is somehow embedded in the ice, slightly ajar, with a faint hum of machinery or chanting emanating from beyond it. As I look closer, I see the patterns on the lake seem to be shifting in sync with the hum, creating an almost hypnotic effect.