DX01: SINGULARITY 16618
The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Umm, an upside-down skyscraper somehow made of layered lasagna noodles rises up from the center of a still, bright turquoise lake, reflecting the morning sun's rays like it's made of glass. Thin tendrils of pulsing fiber-optic material stretch between the layers, vibrating in sync with some muffled voice reading out cryptocurrency prices echoing through the air, which is thick with the smell of freshly baked pasta sauce. A gentle breeze rustles the water, making ripples that somehow create a pixelated image of a UFO from an X-Files episode. Like, the lake's water seems to be at a lower gravity level than the surrounding environment, creating this weird water-cliff effect.
