DX01: SINGULARITY 32117

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The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: A derelict carnival at dusk, the Ferris wheel like a giant, metal spider looming above. Umm, the air is heavy with the scent of sugary treats and smoke, the smell of rain coming. The rickety booths seem to lean in, as if sharing a secret, and a calliope's lively tune echoes through the still, humid air. A Tilt-A-Whirl appears to be spinning itself, its seats swinging in perfect synchrony, like some wild, mechanical dance.