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The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Dark, glacial ice shelves stretch towards the horizon, punctuated by twisted, black tree trunks that seem to be absorbing the faint, lunar light. The air's crisp and dry, with an electric charge that's making my skin prickle, like the moments before a thunderstorm. Umm, the scent of ozone and burning cedar hangs heavy, and I can hear the distant, mournful howling of what sounds like a pack of wolves, but it's coming from the ice itself. A colossal, crystalline monolith rises from the frozen landscape, its facets reflecting the pale moon – which is somehow passing through the monolith's center.