DX01: SINGULARITY 01377
The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Like, I'm staring at this huge, rundown highway diner in the middle of a dried-up swamp, the building's caved in on one side and has a mangled, old car stuck halfway through the wall. A bunch of seagulls are pecking at a giant stack of stale pancakes scattered across the counter, the air thick with the smell of stale grease and syrup, while the sky's a hazy, grayish-blue color with a faint drizzle coming down. Outside, there's a mangled traffic light wrapped around a cypress tree, somehow still functioning and flashing colors despite being underwater for who-knows-how-long, and a family of otters are scurrying around the base of the tree, carrying around little bits of road signs in their mouths.
