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The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Twisted, silver birch tree branches cling to a massive, upended zeppelin's rusty gondola, as if claiming the metal hulk as its own. Umm, a still, heavy fog clings to the air, infusing the silence with the acrid smell of ozone and decaying rubber. Sunlight barely penetrates the mist-shrouded sky above, though an emerald green luminescence seeps from the zeppelin's broken propellers, like the gentle glow of a lantern. Water drips slowly, relentlessly from the zeppelin's buckled metal skin, pooling in mid-air a few inches off the ground, as if gravity's given up.