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The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: A lone, weathered sailing ship is somehow perched atop a giant, moss-covered granite boulder in the middle of a vast, open plain, its sails torn and billowing lazily in the still air. Umm, the smell of damp earth and saltwater fills my nostrils as the sun casts long, late-afternoon shadows across the grassy expanse, illuminating patches of iridescent wildflowers that seem to be growing in synchrony with the ship's rusty hull. Water from the ship's cracked barrels is somehow flowing upwards into the air, only to coalesce and fall back down again in a perpetual cycle.