DX01: SINGULARITY 05864

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The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Uh, bloody, severed wings of birds are strewn across the stained, white marble floor of some kind of abandoned, neoclassical-style bank vault, the air thick with the stench of rot and decay. Tendrils of black ivy have grown through cracks in the walls, wrapping around the ornate, bronze vault doors like skeletal fingers, as if attempting to pull them shut. Outside, the sun hangs at a 45-degree angle, casting an orange glow through the grimy, barred windows, and a low hum of machinery thrums through the air. Umm, the vault's combination dial is slowly turning by itself.