DX01: SINGULARITY 12034
The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Ancient, dripping honeycombs are lodged in a vast network of what appears to be hollow, fossilized roots from some impossibly massive tree, stretching across a misty, iridescent salt flat. Umm, the air is weirdly humid and smells like overripe mango, with an intense buzzing noise that seems to be coming from inside the honeycombs themselves, and there's an electric charge in the air like after a summer thunderstorm. Shimmering, aurora-like light patterns dance across the salt flat, seemingly tied to the movements of a massive, crystal-tipped drill bit poking out of the ground, surrounded by concentric rings of cracked, dried mud that seem to be slowly rotating around it. The drill bit itself is... covered in pulsing, living neurons.
