DX01: SINGULARITY 13989

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The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Late afternoon sunlight filters through a grimy, translucent dome covering a makeshift vivarium, the air thick with the stench of rot and damp earth. A mangled, arachnid carcass the size of a sedan lies pinned to a gore-encrusted dissecting table, its entrails reassembling themselves into an intricate pattern mimicking a lesser key of Solomon. Umm, the air's heavy with an electric charge, making the hairs on everything stand on end as the sound of buzzing wasps and rustling dry leaves fills the stillness. The squid-like tendrils on the arachnid's corpse seem to be slowly devouring its own body.