DX01: SINGULARITY 17858
The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: A dense network of what looks like tiny, pulsing fiber-optic strands somehow permeate and support a grove of towering, dead trees, like the fibers themselves are a lattice structure keeping the trees upright. Umm, the still, humid air smells of damp soil and something faintly metallic, and it's overcast with the pale, diffuse light suggesting early morning or late evening. The trees seem to be somehow quietly shifting, rearranging their positions in relation to each other, though it's almost imperceptible, and a low, steady creaking noise fills the air. The trees' bare branches appear to be leaving wispy brushstrokes in the sky above them, like they're painting some sort of ethereal, glowing mural.
