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The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Gigantic, rusting hulks of abandoned cargo ships stretch out as far as I can see, Echo, half-buried in fine, white sand, with what looks like... vines made of fiber-optic cables wrapping around the hulls, like, pulsing gently with a soft blue light. Uh, the air's heavy with the smell of saltwater, and it's pretty humid, like just before a storm, with thick gray clouds gathering on the horizon. A perfect, unmoving replica of the M87 black hole's accretion disk just exists above the ships, spinning lazily, somehow not sucking everything in, just... coexisting.