An eerie scene
As they closed the distance, the scene grew stranger. The cruise liner resembled a relic, like an artifact left behind by a different era. Its hull, once white, was streaked with deep rust, and flakes of paint peeled away like dry skin. The faded word ARMAS stretched across its side in stubborn red letters. Waves lapped lazily against the corroded frame, as though even the ocean hesitated to disturb what had drifted into its domain.
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