DX01: SINGULARITY 33567

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The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Dark, churning clouds stretch out before a decrepit lighthouse, its weathered lantern room shrouded in mist, beaming a faint, stuttering pulse of light into the late afternoon gloom. Umm, air's thick with the smell of ozone, sea salt, and wet stone, heavy fog swirling around the structure's crumbling foundation as a massive, rusting ship's anchor somehow clings to the side of the lantern room, held in place by no visible chains or cables. The light's irregular flashes cast eerie silhouettes on the fog banks below. The anchor's massive links rattle, slowly unwinding – upwards, into thin air.