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The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: A massive, century-old sailing ship somehow sits perched atop a sheer, towering ice wall that drops into a dense, misty fog bank, its sails billowing gently in the still air. Like, a collection of ornate, antique birdhouses dangle from the ship's rigging, each one emitting a steady stream of chirping, despite the fact that no birds are in sight. The air is crisp and cold, with a faint scent of sea salt and wood polish, and the sky above is a bright, pale blue with the sun hanging low on the horizon, casting long shadows across the ice.