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The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Goddamn it... crystal-clear ice sheets are fracturing and shifting beneath my feet, the air is freezing, and it smells like fuel and smoke. I'm getting slammed with replicas of shattered propeller blades bursting out of the ice, like a million of them, and pouring into my already-exhausted brain. Umm, the sky above is pitch black, like the sun just vanished or some shit, and a never-ending line of crescent moons is just stacked on top of each other, reflecting some impossible, non-existent light source that's illuminating the entire ice sheet... Shit, my vision's blurring.