DX01: SINGULARITY 08924

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The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Umm, old, weathered fishing nets hang from the rafters of a cramped, cluttered boathouse, surrounded by rusty tools and stacks of wooden crates. Like, a bunch of seagulls are chillin' on the nets, pecking at tangled fish skeletons, while the sound of gentle waves lapping against the shore fills the air, which is cool and salty. A small, rickety boat somehow keeps materializing and dematerializing in the center of the room, each time leaving behind a puddle of water that instantly evaporates, like, without a single drop remaining. The late afternoon sun casts a warm glow through a grimy window.