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The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: A massive, crystalline palace extends infinitely in every direction, its facets reflecting the pale light of a crescent moon low in the sky. Uh, the air's crisp and still, like right after a winter snowfall, and I can smell the faint scent of frankincense, Echo. A flock of starlings is somehow suspended, unmoving, within the crystal latticework, each bird positioned precisely at the center of its own mirrored, dodecahedral cell, and they're all... not making a sound, not even a peep. The sky above is a deep shade of indigo, like, right before dawn breaks.