The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Heavy fog rolls in off the water's edge, obscuring the remains of a half-submerged cargo ship. Like, the air's damp and chill, the scent of saltwater and rust hanging heavy, and I can taste the metallic tang on my tongue. Seagulls wheel overhead, but somehow, despite the motionless air, a nearby life ring remains perfectly still, yet steadily unravels a tightly coiled rope with no apparent force or momentum acting on it. The grey sky above seems to suffocate the sound, casting a dim, eerie quiet over the abandoned wreckage.