DX01: SINGULARITY 12039
The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Massive, curved fungal caps rise like parasols from the forest floor, their iridescent gills pulsing in sync with a distant, bass-heavy beat that's vibrating through the air. Umm, the air's heavy with the smell of damp earth and something sweetly synthetic, like bubblegum, and the sky above is this deep, burnt orange that's somehow... seeping into the trees, like it's being absorbed by the bark. A gleaming, silver drill bit – covered in tiny, intricate runes that seem to be referencing some ancient, Chaos magic text – is slowly rotating at the center of the clearing. The air's charged with this weird, anticipatory energy, like the moment before a thunderstorm cracks.
