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The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Umm, massive icebergs made of what looks like frozen, rose-tinted honey are stacked haphazardly in this abandoned, underground quarry, like... the air's crisp and cool, smelling of damp stone and that sweet, honey-like scent. Water's steadily dripping somewhere in the distance, creating this slow, echoing rhythm. Sunlight filters through the honey icebergs, casting an orange-gold light on the rough stone walls – I can see tiny, iridescent butterflies flitting around the ice's edges, somehow leaving behind trails of glittering, crystalline dust as they fly.