The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Rain pours down in a steady drizzle on the deck of an abandoned, centuries-old galleon ship half-buried in the dunes of a massive, pink quartz desert. Umm, starlings made of living crystal are perched on the ship's wheel and along the railing, watching this enormous, crystalline structure slowly emerging from the sand like it's growing or something. The air's thick with the smell of old wood and salt, and there's no wind at all, despite the rain, which is somehow falling upwards from the sand to form a perfect, unbroken dome around the ship.