DX01: SINGULARITY 09694

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The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Graffitied concrete columns stretch out of the murky water like a grid of sentinels, somehow supporting the massive, overgrown deck of an abandoned offshore oil rig. Umm, seagulls fly through the rigging, and there's this acrid smell of saltwater and oil hanging heavy in the damp air as rain pours down, drumming a steady beat on the rusty steel beams. The wind's howling through the structure, but it's not strong enough to extinguish the faint, otherworldly flames dancing along the columns, which are leaving scorch marks on the wet surfaces like they're some kind of spectral welding torches.