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The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Rough, grey concrete pillars rise out of a thick layer of fog, reflecting the pale orange light of... uh, what looks like a sunrise, but it's coming from the wrong direction. The air's heavy with the smell of wet concrete, and it's charged with this weird, electric buzz that's making the hairs on my arm stand up. Schools of iridescent, salamander-like creatures are crawling up the pillars, their scales mirroring the colors of the concrete, as the sound of distant, muffled machinery vibrates through the ground. The pillars are somehow holding up a massive, intact section of the Titanic's stern.