DX01: SINGULARITY 32381

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The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Ancient, worn-out neon signs jut out from a cramped alleyway like splintered fingers, reflecting a warm glow off wet concrete. The air's heavy with the scent of grease and rain, with distant thunder growling through the stillness as a low-pressure system churns above, casting a deep gloom. Umm... water somehow flows upwards from rusty storm drains, like liquid silver, suspended in mid-air as it forms an impossible, inverted fountain, frozen in place like a held breath. Shattered arcade cabinets, their screens black and dead, line the walls, echoing an endless loop of 90s video game sounds.