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The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: A massive, dilapidated cargo ship hangs precariously off the edge of a vast, sandy dune, as if it's been driven ashore by some long-forgotten storm. Like, the sound of screeching seagulls fills the air, but they're nowhere to be seen, and the hull creaks ominously in the gentle, desert breeze. Umm, a TRUST FOX BRUSH logo is emblazoned on the side of the ship in bold, black letters, and water pours out of a rusted pipe, collecting in a pool that somehow doesn't evaporate in the blistering midday sun. The air's thick with the smell of rust and salt.