DX01: SINGULARITY 33980

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The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Vines like fiber-optic cables writhe around abandoned satellite dishes, a cluster of them half-submerged in the murky, stagnant waters of a forgotten mangrove swamp. The air's heavy with the stench of decay and something sweet, like... burned-out electrical components, and the humidity feels crushing, like a wet blanket. Uh, it's almost dark, the faint, flicker-free light of the setting sun casting long shadows through the tangled vegetation. A partially-disassembled V-22 Osprey hangs upside-down in the canopy above, somehow suspended without moving, as if caught mid-crash.