DX01: SINGULARITY 06015

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The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Cracked, concrete lanes stretch out before an abandoned toll booth, like, the words "EtherOrcs was here" are scrawled across it in crude, dripping graffiti. The air is heavy with the smell of exhaust fumes, and the sun beats down with an intense, baking heat, casting long shadows across the deserted highway. In the distance, I hear the sound of revving engines, despite there being no cars anywhere, and the highway somehow shifts and loops back on itself, like it's a never-ending, Moebius strip of asphalt. A crushed, Pepe the Frog plushie is impaled on a twisted metal guardrail.