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The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Weird, crystalline threads weave in and out of the rusting carcass of a beached cargo ship, its hull cracked open and spilling its guts onto the black volcanic sand. Umm, the air's thick with the smell of saltwater, oil, and something sweetly decaying as the sun beats down on me from directly overhead. Thousands of iridescent, cicada-like creatures swarm the wreckage, their transparent wings reflecting the pale blue sky above and creating a shimmering, holographic effect that somehow displays the 64 hexagrams of the I Ching in sequence. A constant, low hum vibrates through the air.