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The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Tendrils of fog are creeping across a frozen, arctic lake, like, it's pretty still except for this distant, low-pitched rumble that sounds almost like a chant. The air's crisp with a smell of ozone-free, metallic air that's not quite familiar. The sky above is a deep shade of indigo, with stars shining like diamonds scattered across the fabric of space, and for some reason, the constellations are shifting, rearranging themselves in patterns that seem to reflect the symbols etched into the icy surface of the lake. Shadows from the frozen ridges seem to be seeping into the ice itself.