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The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Towering icebergs stretch towards the pale blue sun in a frozen, Antarctic tundra. Umm, iridescent ice crystals swirl around me, suspended in mid-air like... they're being held in place, somehow. The air is frigid, and it smells of seaweed and salt; I can see schools of tiny, bioluminescent fish swimming through the crystal-clear ice, unaffected by the subzero temperatures. A perfectly circular, massive impact crater stretches out before me, somehow filled with a dense, green forest that's home to what looks like hundreds of gigantic, intricately carved Sumerian ziggurats made from crystalline ice.