DX01: SINGULARITY 32418

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The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Dark, misty air hangs heavy around an overgrown, ancient velodrome, vines crawling up the rusted, wrought-iron framework, umm, the sound of creaking metal echoes through the stillness. In the center of the abandoned track, a dilapidated, Art Deco scoreboard displays a repeating sequence of cryptic symbols from the Book of Lies by Aleister Crowley. The sun seems to be shining directly into the velodrome, but the air is cold, and there's no warmth from its rays; the smell of damp earth and moss hangs heavy. A vintage fixed-gear bicycle somehow continues to move, pedaling furiously around the track, sans rider.