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The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Umm, the sky's a deep, inky blue above... a massive, twisted shipwreck, like it was pulled straight out of the ocean and dropped into this frozen wasteland. The air's crisp and cold, smells like seaweed, and I can hear this low, mournful creaking of wooden beams as they slowly shift in the ice. A chunk of the ship's wheel is still spinning slowly, somehow, even though everything else is frozen solid, and there's this weird, geometric symbol etched into the hull that seems to be... reflecting the light of a nonexistent sun.