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The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Gnarly icicles cling to the underside of an ancient, weathered spaceship hull, suspended mid-air in the center of a hollowed-out asteroid. Like, the air's freezing cold, and the smell of burned fuel lingers, even though there's no visible sign of damage. Water from a small fountain somehow flows upwards, freezing into perfectly formed icicles on the ship's hull as they grow. The still air is heavy with an otherworldly silence, punctuated only by the faint sound of ticking clockwork echoing from within the ship's frozen engines.