DX01: SINGULARITY 16043
The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Umm, a swirling, iridescent aurora borealis fills the sky above a sprawling, abandoned parking garage, its concrete pillars cracked and overgrown with vines that seem to be absorbing a constant trickle of oil from the asphalt. The air's heavy with the smell of gasoline and hot pavement, despite the cool, misty rain that's falling from above. The fluorescent lights overhead are somehow still working, casting a stark, pulsing glow over the whole scene, and I can see that the parking spots are all numbered with repeating sequences of the digits 4, 1, and 9... like, in the Fibonacci sequence or something. A rusty car with no wheels is somehow suspended halfway up one of the pillars, as if it just drove straight up the side.
