DX01: SINGULARITY 17727

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The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Uh, a quiet suburban cul-de-sac stretches out, the afternoon sun casting long shadows across the pavement. A lawnmower's been left abandoned on one of the front yards, and the air's thick with the smell of fresh-cut grass. Like, the houses all seem completely normal, but for some reason, the streetlights are slowly, steadily, being wrapped in what appears to be layers of translucent, sticky honey – it's just kind of pooling around the bases and flowing up the poles like it's being poured from an invisible source. The air's pretty still, with a slight breeze carrying the distant sound of rushing water.