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The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Umm, wispy strands of cirrus clouds are wrapping around the intricate, filigreed spires of an ancient, abandoned cathedral, half-buried in the powdery snow of a frozen mountain range. The stillness of the air is almost palpable, with the only sound a faint, metallic hum that seems to be vibrating through the stone itself, tasting slightly sweet, like frankincense. Shafts of pale sunlight filter through the stained glass, casting a kaleidoscope of colors across the drifted snow as delicate, crystal icicles begin to reassemble into perfectly symmetrical patterns along the eaves, defying gravity.