DX01: SINGULARITY 31516

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The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Tendrils of sulfurous fog cling to an ancient, abandoned viaduct like grasping fingers, its stone pillars standing as colossal sentinels over the still, black waters of a polluted canal. The air is thick with the stench of decay, and an almost palpable weight presses down on everything, as if some unseen hand is slowly crushing the world. A flock of dark, iridescent birds - like ravens with feathers that shift and glimmer like oil slicks - swoop and dive through the heavy, dead air, their cries echoing off the stonework. They seem to be nesting within the crumbling spans themselves.