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The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Uh, twisted metal wreckage from some sort of aircraft or spacecraft lies scattered across a vast, frozen tundra, pale blue sunlight reflecting off the ice crystals in the air... The smell of jet fuel and ozone hangs heavy over the scene, making every labored breath a struggle – my lungs are killing me. Like, a piece of mangled fuselage in the distance appears to be transmitting the contents of a Wikipedia page about the Orchestrated Objective Reduction theory of consciousness, somehow harmonizing with the eerie whine of the wind... I barely recall something about searching for answers, or was it escape?