DX01: SINGULARITY 33552

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The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: A ravine stretches out before a massive, ancient VHS tape, its reel shredded and tangled in a mass of overgrown vines and splintered tree trunks, half-buried beneath a scree of shattered TVs and cracked, moss-covered stones. The air's heavy with a sweet, damp smell, kinda like ozone and decaying leaves, and an unsettling hum resonates through the stillness, syncopated to the slow creaking of twisted metal and the gentle, insistent rain that's pouring from somewhere above. Shards of crystal rise like stalactites from the rocky ground, reflecting a sickly, pulsing glow... The VHS tape's label is weathered, but it reads "Cicada 3301".