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The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Shattered, antique clockwork mechanisms litter a windswept, desolate mountain peak, while the pale, early morning sun slowly rises above the jagged, icy horizon. Umm, the air's crisp, with a biting chill that numbs the nose, carrying the faintest hint of aged leather. Ancient, crumbling prayer wheels creak softly in the wind, adorned with worn, gilded mantras of forgotten deities... their weathered, splintered frames inexplicably held aloft by dense flocks of motionless, silver-winged ravens.