DX01: SINGULARITY 15009

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The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: The afternoon sun casts an eerie glow over a dense, algae-choked swamp, the air heavy with the smell of decay and rot. Uh, partially disassembled clockwork machines are strewn about the murky waters, their intricate gears and cogs rusted and corroded, amidst twisted, blood-soaked mangrove roots. Like, a massive, ancient statue of the Baphomet, its face shattered, lies half-submerged in the water, as impossible, slow ripples in the surrounding water seem to be 'un-rotting' the decaying plant life, gradually restoring it to a vibrant green. The stillness is oppressive, punctuated only by the screech of a distant seagull.