DX01: SINGULARITY 39889

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The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Umm, sunlight's casting a pretty strong glare off... a massive, slowly turning metal gear that's somehow half-submerged in a shallow lake, like, surrounded by rocky outcroppings and twisted metal debris. The air's heavy with the smell of oil and grease, and it's humid, but not, like, unbearably so. A flock of iridescent birds are perched on the gear's rusty teeth, and they're singing this weird, discordant harmony that's somehow perfectly synchronized with the creaking and groaning of the gear as it turns. My head is killing me, by the way.