DX01: SINGULARITY 08462

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The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Uh, dry sand stretches out as far as I can see, dunes gently sloping in the late morning sun, with a warm breeze blowing and the faint scent of salt in the air. A bunch of seagulls is strolling around this old, beached wooden shipwreck, somehow pushing and pulling at the wooden planks and getting it slowly repaired, the sound of their calls and the creaking of the wood filling the air. Meanwhile, the seagulls are also somehow propelling this small, rusty cannon to fire off little puffs of sand, which are somehow forming themselves into neat little piles on the beach. The waves are calmly lapping at the shore in the distance.