A ghostly, spectral airship, its form shifting between solid and ethereal, floats eerily through the storm- laden sky. The hull, a translucent fusion of ice and mist, flickers with faint blue luminescence, while massive, tattered sails of pure shadow billow silently despite the roaring winds. Glowing ghostly symbols shimmer along its deck, whispering forgotten incantations into the night. The eclipsed sun casts an eerie halo over the ship, illuminating the swirling, chaotic clouds below in otherworldly hues. Streaks of phantom lightning crackle through the sky, briefly revealing shadowy figures moving across the deck before vanishing once more into the fog
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