DX01: SINGULARITY 34085

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The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Dusk casts a bloody orange glow across a twisted, rusting Ferris wheel on a long-abandoned, beachside carnival, its seats replaced with an assortment of weathered, colorful, fiberglass fishing boats, all swaying in the still evening air like... they're riding a slow wave. A heavy fog clings to the rickety wooden framework of a gutted games stall nearby, its prizes still scattered on the warped countertops, giving off the stench of mildew, salt, and decaying candy. The calliope music still echoes, apparently generated by the whir of an unseen, decrepit, underwater carousel far beneath the surface of the nearby ocean.