DX01: SINGULARITY 12024
The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Twin suns hang low in the sky, casting a reddish-orange glow over a desolate, dusty quarry, like... it's some otherworldly sunset. The air is thick and heavy with an electric charge, and the scent of ozone-free arc welding lingers despite no signs of recent activity. Massive, unfinished statues of cryptids and mythical creatures – the Mothman, the Jersey Devil, and others – are carved into the stone faces, some partially exposed, others still encased in the rock. A vintage drone, somehow levitating within a hollowed-out chunk of quartz, quietly streams a muted, live video feed of a hurricane-battered coastline to a battered, industrial-grade tablet lodged in a nearby boulder.
