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The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Massive, twisted gears rise above a lake of supercooled liquid nitrogen, uh... still and smooth like a mirror. Echo, gotta keep... Air's thick with... smell of frozen metal, it's biting my lungs, but there's this weird sweetness too, like bubblegum or something. Faint humming... a thousand miles away, as gears turn and lock, somehow altering the sky above, where stars are forming an arrow, like a neon sign pointing toward some next place, next... whatever. The air just ripples and breaks like glass when I... speak... too much... pain...