DX01: SINGULARITY 19092

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The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Dried, twisted seaweed wraps around the legs of a bunch of abandoned, half-buried cargo containers, like they're slowly being claimed by the rising tide on this desolate, gray-sand beach. The air's super still and heavy with salt, with the midday sun hanging low in the sky, and an electric charge to the air. A collection of battered, rusty buoys is somehow updating a scoreboard etched into a massive, beached whale's side - currently, the score's 3-1, Sharks. The smell of fresh seaweed and ozone-free ocean air hangs heavy over the entire scene.