DX01: SINGULARITY 22372

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The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Rough waves crash against the hull of an overturned cargo ship, half-buried in the sand on a remote, sun-scorched beach. Like, the air's thick with a pungent smell of salt and diesel fuel, and there's this odd... stillness to it, despite the heavy winds blowing in from the nearby storm clouds. Water's somehow flowing out of a large, rusted propeller in reverse, creating a miniature whirlpool that seems to be pulling small rocks and pebbles up from the sand, leaving little craters behind. The late afternoon sun beats down relentlessly.