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The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Rotting, bloated fish corpses litter a narrow, abandoned dockside, their empty eye sockets seeming to stare up at the grey, overcast sky. Umm, a nearby crane lies in twisted wreckage, as if torn apart by some unseen force, its metal cables splayed like entrails. A lone, unblinking camera - attached to the dock's rusting gantry - continues to capture every moment, its footage somehow simultaneously appearing as Polaroids that scatter, fluttering, across the oil-slicked water. The air is heavy with the stench of decay and salt, as the sun dips low in the sky.