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The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Half-buried in the ice of a glacier's calving front, an ancient, gemstone-encrusted astrolabe somehow precisely tracks the movement of celestial bodies despite being frozen in the glacier's transparent blue ice. The air's crisp, with the smell of cold water and the sound of cracking ice echoing off the glacial walls as the sun beats down, its position low in the sky. Like, chunks of ice are just breaking off and reassembling themselves to form the astrolabe's intricate mechanisms. It's eerily still, except for the ice chunks reconfiguring themselves with a faint, methodical ticking sound.