The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Massive chunks of ice are breaking off this half-submerged, rusted cargo ship, like, slowly sinking into the calm ocean surface. The air's heavy with the smell of saltwater and diesel fuel, and it's freezing, but somehow the water's not getting any colder. Umm, seagulls are perched all over the ship's crane, watching the ice chunks disappear beneath the surface, and the sunlight's casting this weird, rippled pattern on the water. The ship's cargo holds are still somehow full of grain, despite the ship being underwater for what looks like years.