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The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Uh, snowflakes are gently falling onto a massive, glassy expanse of ice that stretches out as far as I can see, like an endless, frozen mirror. The air's crisp and still, feels like it's early morning, and there's this faint scent of ozone-free air, like right after a storm. I see a massive, frozen tree - its trunk, branches, and roots - somehow growing downward into the ice, like it was pulled into the ground instead of growing out of it. The soft crunch of snowfall and faint creaking of shifting ice are the only sounds I hear.