DX01: SINGULARITY 10874

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The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Damp air clings to everything, heavy with the scent of damp earth and decaying leaves. Umm, I'm surrounded by the sounds of gently lapping water, and the soft creaking of old wooden docks that seem to stretch on forever across a massive, serene lake. The sky above is a pale blue, with the sun hanging low in the sky, casting a golden glow across the water, and somehow, the silhouettes of the dock pilings seem to be casting perfect, intricate diagrams from Aleister Crowley's 'Book of Lies' on the lake's surface, the symbols shifting and morphing as the water ripples.