The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: A huge, rusted cargo ship is somehow suspended upside-down within the hollowed-out interior of a mountain, its hull groaning and creaking as it sways gently in the still air. Uh, the air's thick with the smell of damp stone and rust, and it's pretty hot, like the mountain's interior is radiating heat. Water's just dripping from the ship's hull, creating this echoing patter that's bouncing off the rough stone walls, and...somehow, the ship's masts are growing what look like actual, living vines, curling around the rocky outcroppings.