DX01: SINGULARITY 25658

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The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: A thick, iron-reinforced door lies mangled and torn off its hinges, partially submerged in the murky waters of a neglected alligator farm. The air is heavy with the stench of rot and decaying vegetation, and it's humid as hell, with mosquitoes and other insects buzzing frantically around me. Like, a massive, ancient-looking stone statue of an octopus or some other cephalopod is sitting upright in the middle of the farm, surrounded by the motionless bodies of countless alligators... and the statue's somehow 'bleeding' a slow trickle of crude oil from a gash in its side.