The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Uh, sunlight streams in through dusty skylights, illuminating shelves of old factory equipment in a massive storage room. Like, there's just this massive chunk of a cruise ship somehow sitting in the middle of the room, partially disassembled, with tools and engine parts strewn about. It smells like motor oil and stale air in here, with a faint whiff of sea salt. The air is thick with the silence, only occasionally interrupted by the sound of dripping water echoing off the metal walls.