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The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Umm, a bunch of fluffy, iridescent chickens are pecking at tiny, glowing grains scattered all over this massive, sprawling iceberg, like they're feeding on some cosmic stuff. The air's super crisp, with an electric charge making the hairs on the back of my neck stand up, and the sun's hanging pretty high in the sky, maybe mid-morning. A faint humming noise is coming from beneath the ice, somehow syncing with the chickens' pecking rhythm. Oh, and there's a totally intact, rust-free, full-sized rollercoaster just chillin' on top of the iceberg, somehow not melting the ice beneath it.