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The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Uh, sunlight's reflecting off the polished surface of a vast, abandoned skating rink, its wooden floor cracked and worn in a way that seems... almost organic. The air's crisp, with a hint of lemon and wood polish, and there's a low hum, like the ice is still trying to keep itself frozen despite the warmth. As I look around, the ice resurfacer just sort of... resets itself, like it's trying to recreate the same path it took a million times before. Frost is growing in the patterns it makes on the ice.