DX01: SINGULARITY 05229

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The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Blood-soaked fur coats the inside of a battered, metal animal trap, like, half-buried in the dirt, surrounded by a bunch of scavenged, rotting carcasses. Umm, the air's thick with the smell of decaying flesh and has this heavy, electric charge to it, and the sky above is a pale, overcast grey, the sun just barely peeking through the clouds. A partially-dissected vulture somehow continues to flap its wings, despite being pinned down to a makeshift autopsy table by several large rocks, just flailing away, its beak gasping open and shut. It's eerily quiet otherwise.