DX01: SINGULARITY 33305

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The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Tendrils of smoky, white fog swirl through a cramped, abandoned carnival midway, wrapping around the rickety skeletons of rusting game booths and a decrepit, Ferris wheel looming overhead like a fossilized insect. The air reeks of stale grease, sugar, and smoke, and it's thick with anticipation, like the whole place is holding its breath, waiting for something to start. Sunlight barely filters through the fog, casting an eerie, silver glow on the deserted attractions, while the Ferris wheel creaks, very slowly, as if it's being pushed by an invisible hand. A full moon hangs low in the afternoon sky.