DX01: SINGULARITY 01886

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The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Late morning sunlight is casting a warm glow over a massive, abandoned velodrome, the air thick with the smell of damp concrete and ozone-free stillness. Umm, the wooden track's surface is weathered to a soft, silvery gray, and water's somehow steadily seeping upward through the cracks, refilling the small reservoirs that dot the track's perimeter. The sound of quietly scuttling, iridescent beetles echoes off the curved walls as they methodically arrange and rearrange tiny, shimmering particles of some unknown material into intricate patterns on the track's surface. Like, the sun's already high in the sky, casting no shadows.