DX01: SINGULARITY 16446
The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Shredded remains of plastic packaging and old medical equipment litter the base of a massive, half-destroyed statue of a lion-headed god, its stone skin cracked and covered in this... green, pulsating lichen that's like, seeping into the cracks and making it look like it's alive. Uh, the air's heavy with this stench of decay and there's this constant, ear-piercing whine, and it's freezing, with frost covering the ground, even though it's like, midday and the sun's high in the sky. Rain is pooling on the stone, and somehow the pools of water are reflecting images that aren't actually there – old symbols of alchemy and forbidden knowledge etched into the stone, reflected perfectly in the puddles.
