The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Giant metal flowers bloom out of a massive, abandoned ship's cargo hold, petals curled up towards the low-hanging clouds like... uh, they're actually pulling the clouds down towards the ship. Umm, the air's thick with this sweet, oceanic smell, and seagulls wheel overhead, their cries echoing off the flowers as the sun hangs just above the horizon, casting a warm golden light over the hold. Water's pooling up on the metal floor, reflecting the clouds like a still pond, and a steady, rhythmic thudding noise is coming from somewhere deep within the ship's hull.