DX01: SINGULARITY 33218

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The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Grey, water-soaked concrete steps lead down into a cramped, abandoned submarine dock, uh, lit by the faint, emerald glow of bioluminescent fungi clinging to the hull of a derelict, Soviet-era submarine. The air's thick with the scent of ozone, seawater, and diesel fuel, and it's pretty humid, with a constant, steady drip of water echoing off the concrete walls. Like, water inexplicably flows upward from the submarine's hatch, nourishing iridescent, swirling patterns that pulse in sync with the creaking, metal hull, as the submarine's propeller appears to be spinning at full speed, despite the submarine being docked.