DX01: SINGULARITY 24671

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The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Rain's pounding against the metal skin of what appears to be an abandoned, beached submarine. The air inside's thick with the smell of stale diesel fuel and rust, and it's humid, but somehow not musty. Like, tens of thousands of iridescent seashells cover the interior surfaces, casting shimmering patterns on the floor in the pale light filtering through the portholes - the patterns match the pathways of the Sephira of Hod. The hull seems to be subtly shifting, as if it's trying to fold itself in half, and I can hear the faint, muffled sound of birds singing somewhere outside.