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The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Frosted glass sculptures of abstract animal shapes litter a massive, open ice rink under a pale, dawn-lit sky. Like, the air is crisp and dry, no wind at all, and I can smell... umm, fuel, maybe from a generator somewhere. A section of the rink appears to be experiencing an alternate gravity, causing shards of broken ice to slide upwards, reforming into a seamless sheet as they merge. Water molecules somehow jump straight from the ice surface into the air, where they immediately turn into falling snowflakes.