Zeb's gaze wandered to a bizarre and unexpected scene not far from the Object Forge. A group of unnaturally large, crusty rats were industriously polishing a collection of silverware atop a weathered wooden table. The strangeness of this sight was amplified by the surrounding illusion of a sinking, ghostly cruise ship, its spectral form listing to one side as if ready to plunge into the depths below the white expanse. The rats worked with frantic dedication, oblivious to the impending doom of their illusory vessel.

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