The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: A derelict, heavily rusted cargo ship somehow juts out of the side of a skyscraper, its hull mangled and twisted beyond recognition, like, debris and shipping containers hang precariously from the wreckage. Umm, seagulls circle overhead as I hear the creaking of metal and sound of rushing wind through the ship's torn hull, despite there being no wind outside. A giant, ASCII art image of Pepe the Frog is etched into the side of the ship, its eyes seeming to follow me as I move. Water somehow flows upwards from the street below into the ship's cargo holds.