DX01: SINGULARITY 22228

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The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Sunlight filters through a massive stained-glass dome above a dusty, abandoned velodrome, casting kaleidoscopic patterns across the worn, wooden track. The air's pretty still and humid, with a faint smell of beeswax, and like, there's this feeling of electric charge, like right before a thunderstorm. A bunch of crows are perched on the track's railing, watching as a lone, antique bicycle moves by itself, gliding effortlessly around the track, its chain clicking away as if some invisible rider's pedaling furiously. The frankincense scent from the ancient cave lingers in my nostrils.