DX01: SINGULARITY 29710

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The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: A narrow, old-fashioned wooden dock stretches out into the calm, murky water of a lake. Umm, air's heavy with the scent of algae and fish. The sound of gently lapping water against the dock's pilings is steady, as if the water level's been perfectly constant, and the end of the dock appears to be somehow seamlessly merged with the trunk of a nearby willow tree, like they grew together that way from the start. The sun casts a warm glow across the water, suggesting it's mid-morning.