DX01: SINGULARITY 01211

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The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Frayed fiber optic cables sprout like vines from the ground in a neglected parking lot, the air smelling of wet asphalt and ozone-free. Schools of pixelated, 8-bit fish somehow swim through puddles on the pavement, their bright blue and green scales reflecting off the wet surface. The sun's at a pretty high angle in the sky, and a steady, almost inaudible hum seems to emanate from a beat-up old payphone in the corner, its keypad covered in cryptic symbols referencing Shinra's Pleroma and the principles of Eternal Recurrence... Uh, the air feels pretty still, not much wind at all.