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The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Uh, a massive, rusted propeller is somehow lodged into the ice of this frozen lake, surrounded by nothing but frozen tundra in every direction, the sky above a deep, piercing blue. The air's bitingly cold, super thin, smells like... gasoline and frozen metal, and the sound of wind whipping across the ice is deafening. Umm, despite the lake being completely frozen solid, water is somehow still rippling outward from the propeller's base, like the thing's generating its own impossible waves. A huge, crystal-clear icicle hangs precariously from the propeller's hub, reflecting the pale sunlight like a giant prism.