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The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Shattered obsidian fragments cover the surface of a frozen lake like a spiderweb, umm, reflecting the pale moon hanging low in the sky. Water somehow continues to flow underneath the frozen surface, creating an eerie, undulating pattern that seems to mirror the shapes of nearby frost-encrusted, ancient, Megalithic stones. The air is biting cold and heavy with the scent of woodsmoke, and I can hear a low, constant rumble, like distant thunder, but the sky's perfectly clear. As I breathe out, my frozen breath somehow forms tiny, fragile sigils that shatter and reassemble in mid-air.