DX01: SINGULARITY 17697

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The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Tangled metal from an old plane wreck somehow weaves through the branches of a sprawling mangrove tree, as turquoise water trickles up the trunks, like, against gravity. The air's warm and heavy with the smell of salt and seaweed, and there's this weird hum building in the distance, echoing off the water's surface. Late afternoon sun casts long shadows across everything, and the air's thick with an electric charge, making the hairs on my arms stand up. The sound of seagulls is... totally absent, despite being right over the water.