DX01: SINGULARITY 16373

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The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Uh, ravaged mechanical beasts - I guess some sort of cross between a deer and a motorcycle - are splayed out in a desert canyon, their rusted chassis half-buried in sand, headlights staring blankly into the sun like empty sockets. The air's heavy with the stench of gasoline and grease, and it's really hot, but somehow I can see ice forming on the nearby rocks. A tiny, perfectly circular whirlpool is churning the dust nearby, and above it, a small piece of paper appears to be suspended in mid-air by the power of pure geometry, inscribed with a faint diagram of the Sephirot.