DX01: SINGULARITY 03853

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The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Rusted, World War-era military equipment litters a barren, rocky beach, with waves crashing against the shore in a slow, mechanical rhythm. The air's heavy with the stench of salt and oil, and like, the only sound aside from the waves is this persistent, piercing whistle that doesn't seem to change pitch. Sunlight's beating down on the scene, but somehow, a small, dilapidated church steeple made of black stone is still casting a shadow directly downwards, like the sun's rays are bending around it or something.