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The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Massive ice shelves, like, thousands of feet tall, stretch towards the pale blue sky, reflecting the pale sun hanging low on the horizon. The air's crisp and thin, with a faint scent of wood smoke carried on the gentle breeze. A sprawling network of impossible, self-sustaining canals, etched into the surface of the ice shelves, seem to be defying gravity by flowing upwards into glittering ice formations that hum a low, resonant frequency, echoing off the ice walls where cuneiform etchings of the Thelemic Aeon of Horus appear to be slowly changing, rearranging themselves.