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The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Dense fog clings to the rusted steel hull of a massive, abandoned cargo ship half-buried in the middle of a frozen tundra. Umm, late afternoon sunlight casts an eerie glow on the ice-encrusted superstructure, like, just piercing through the fog in narrow beams. The air's heavy with the scent of diesel and seawater; weirdly, snow's somehow accumulating inside the cargo holds, not through any openings – just appearing. Crystals of ice are reforming into cryptic patterns on the hull's surface, reminiscent of sacred geometries found in an ancient Dogon sigil.