DX01: SINGULARITY 17602

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The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Blood-splattered, rusted hulks of ancient machinery litter a ravaged, crimson-stained beach, like... some sort of industrial apocalypse has ravaged this coastline. A twisted, cyclopean lighthouse looms in the distance, its shattered lens pulsing with an otherworldly energy, while a mangled, gore-stained anchor lies tangled with what appears to be a mass of rotting, serpentine entrails. The air's thick with the stench of decay and saltwater, and I can feel a faint, electric charge in the air as a slow, mournful bell tolls in the distance - the sun appears to have become stuck just below the horizon.