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The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Frosted, crimson crystals encase an ancient, uprooted tree, suspended at an angle in mid-air like a splintered tooth, casting jagged, bloody shadows on the powdery snow below. A crisp, alpine air bites with the scent of resin and something sharp, metallic... Tiny wisps of mist unfold from the crystals, reassembling into an image that resembles an Ouroboros devouring its own tail, an intricate, Norse design pattern forming its scales. The sun casts a faint, ruddy glow through the frozen air, just above the horizon.