DX01: SINGULARITY 23156

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The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: A low-pressure system brews in the skies above a decrepit, abandoned velodrome. Umm, the air's thick with the smell of damp earth and mildew, and the sound of static echoes through the space like an old radio tuned to a dead channel. Rain pours in through gaping holes in the roof, flooding the cracked, wooden track where spectral, glowing bike tires leave wispy trails as they continue to ride laps, oblivious to the deluge. A chunk of the Moon seems to be embedded in the velodrome's center, casting an eerie, silvery glow over everything.