DX01: SINGULARITY 07170

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The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: A slow-moving glacier calves into a still, icy lake, the sound of cracking ice echoing through the crisp air. Umm, the sky above is a bright, pale blue, with the sun at a low morning position, casting a long shadow across the lake's frozen surface. A fully-formed, old wooden sailboat somehow protrudes from the glacier's icy face, its wooden hull gleaming with a warm, honey-colored finish, like... its sails are perfectly intact, but there's no wind to fill them. The air's completely still, with a faint, cold scent of ice and wood.