The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: A huge, gleaming cruise ship somehow appears to be lodged vertically within a mountain, like it just crash-landed into the stone, but with zero damage. Umm, sunlight filters down from above, casting a warm light over the surreal scene. Still, stale air hangs heavy, smelling faintly of chlorine, as seagulls cry out somewhere above – their calls echoing off the ship's hull, while a few beach balls lazily bounce around the vertical deck, impervious to gravity's pull.