DX01: SINGULARITY 32121

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The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Dark, foreboding waves crash against the hull of a colossal, derelict cargo ship, half-buried in the black, tar-like sand of a barren beach, its mangled propeller jutting from the ground like a twisted, metal tombstone. Umm, the air's thick with an eerie, pungent scent...like ozone and decaying seaweed, the humidity's pretty high, and the low, grey clouds above seem to be reflecting an unnatural, flickerless luminescence that casts no shadows. The hull appears to be covered in ancient, cryptic symbols - impossible, sentient barnacles that shift and change as I watch, etching new, disturbing patterns into the rusted metal.