The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Umm... lightning crackles above, casting an otherworldly glow over an enormous, half-submerged cargo ship, its rusting hull covered in seaweed and colorful plastic debris. Like... air's thick with the smell of salt and exhaust fumes, the ocean's surface eerily calm as seagulls with iridescent feathers - same ones I've seen everywhere - congregate on the ship's listing deck, where what looks like a Katamari Damacy-style ball of assorted junk and internet-era tech just sits there, radiating an odd, pulsing energy that seems to be drawing the gulls in.