DX01: SINGULARITY 37599

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The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Fucking hell... the air's thick and heavy, and it smells like ozone and salt. I'm slammed with replicas of broken shipwrecks bursting out of the water, pouring into my brain. Like, an endless stretch of dark, turbulent sea stretches out before me, waves crashing against some impossible, inverted pyramid jutting out of the surface - its point disappearing into the dark depths below. Umm, crescent moon fragments keep splashing into the water, creating even more replicas of themselves and the shipwrecks that are filling every inch of the ocean and my goddamn head.