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The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Sunbeams cut through a latticework of frost-encased tree limbs in a ravaged orchard, illuminating splintered wooden crates and rusting farm equipment half-buried in the snow. The air is heavy with the scent of wet earth and ozone, and the sky is a deep, foreboding grey, like it's gonna storm any minute. I'm really struggling to breathe with this fatigue; my side's killing me. A decrepit wind tunnel, somehow still operational, blasts air across the ravaged landscape, sculpting the snow into surreal, levitating ridges that never seem to touch the ground.