DX01: SINGULARITY 05830

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The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: A colossal, rusted waterwheel slowly turns in a shallow lake, its wooden slats covered in moss and vines, while the surrounding water's surface reflects a pale, crescent moon hanging low in the late afternoon sky. Like, the air's thick with a heavy, metallic smell and the sound of gently lapping water against the lake's edges. Uh, a flock of birds made entirely of iridescent mist is taking flight from the waterwheel's rim, their ethereal forms dissolving and re-coalescing mid-air as they wing their way across the lake. The water itself is somehow flowing uphill.