DX01: SINGULARITY 10880
The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Uh, wispy, feathery cirrus clouds are being slowly pulled down from the sky, collecting on the surface of a massive, still pond, like... it's somehow drawing the clouds down to the water. The air's crisp, smelling like cold stone and damp earth, and a dilapidated, ancient stone pavilion sits at the water's edge, its intricate carvings reflecting the pale, late afternoon sun hanging low in the sky. Water seems to be flowing upwards from the pond's surface, forming tiny, delicate waterfalls that cascade back down, creating an endless loop of sound and movement, as the silhouettes of the pavilion's pillars cast intricate diagrams from the I Ching on the water's surface.
