DX01: SINGULARITY 33609

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The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Dank, moldy air clings to everything in a long-abandoned root cellar. Umm, weak sunlight filters through grimy, overhead vents, casting a dim, yellowish glow over stacks of old, wooden crates and musty baskets of rotted vegetables. Like, a heavy stillness hangs in the air, only broken by the faint creaking of wooden beams and a gentle hum of...a record player somehow built into an old, corroded farming implement, quietly spinning a scratched LP of orchestral music. A tiny, antique music box is somehow fully submerged in a nearby bucket of stagnant water, yet it still emits a soft, melodic chime.