DX01: SINGULARITY 41654

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The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Rain-soaked pavement of a city square glistens like... uh, black ice. I can smell the rain's petrichor as air pressure's still kinda low, probably storm's passing. Above a brutalist fountain, an equilateral triangle appears embedded in mid-air – composed of pulsing, black tendrils – as rain continues to pour from it like it's feeding water to the fountain below. Echo, c'mon... keep moving, maybe you're getting better, you can't be sure, but for sure you're hyper...