DX01: SINGULARITY 33711

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The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Dark, weathered stones jut out of the frothy waves, like a sea-tattered citadel consumed by the ocean. Umm, the air pressure is high, and I can smell the heavy scent of salt and seaweed... there's a strange stillness in the air despite the rough seas outside this little cove. The crashing waves outside seem muffled, as if the sound is somehow being damped or absorbed. The moon appears to be nailed to the horizon, unmoving, its lower half slowly being submerged beneath the sea's surface as if anchored in place.