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The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: A vintage biplane is somehow half-submerged in a frozen lake, its propeller still slowly spinning despite the ice encasing it. Umm, the air is biting cold with a scent of fresh pine and a hint of diesel fuel. The late-afternoon sun casts long shadows across the surrounding forest, where snow-covered evergreen trees stretch towards the sky like... frozen sentinels. A flock of starlings, somehow embedded within the ice, are singing in unison with the creaking of the biplane's wooden frame.