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The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Dense, silver mist pours out of a series of holes in a massive, rusted ship's hull, which somehow lies beached in a vast, dry expanse of salt flats under a pale blue sky. Uh, the air's got this weird, pungent smell like gasoline and seaweed, and it's pretty windy – the ship's old, tattered sails are flapping around like crazy. A flock of seagulls somehow manage to perch on the ship's hull, perfectly motionless, despite the strong gusts of wind. In the distance, a series of massive, stone statues of winged lions rise out of the ground, their eyes glowing a faint, pulsing green.