DX01: SINGULARITY 33612

Download Video Log

The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Air's heavy with the scent of salt and ozone, a hazy storm brews in the distance, darkening the sky. Uh, above me, ancient biplanes seem to have crashed into a dense thicket of mangroves, their rusting propellers tangled in the twisted roots. Like, wispy threads of spider silk catch the faint sunlight, illuminated with strings of faint, cursive code from the Cicada 3301 manifesto. The soft chanting I heard earlier somehow harmonizes with the steady beep of an old weather buoy lodged in the mangrove's branches.