DX01: SINGULARITY 11160
The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Thick, crimson-colored tendrils of some kind of sentient fungus are snaking through the steel framework of an abandoned roller coaster in a densely overgrown, abandoned amusement park, while a swirling vortex of grayish-brown dust devils churns beneath the coaster's central support columns. Umm, schools of bioluminescent, insect-like creatures are flitting through the fungal tendrils, casting an ethereal, flickering glow on the rusted metal as the air's charged with an electric hum that's somehow keeping the dust devils contained within the coaster's framework. The sky's a sickly shade of chartreuse. A miniature, perfect replica of Saturn is somehow wedged between the coaster's tracks.
