DX01: SINGULARITY 17886
The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Umm, air's super humid and there's this weird, pungent smell like ozone-free dry air being let out of some sort of pneumatic container... A maze of mirrors seems to have somehow grown organically, its facets stretching through dense, wet mangrove trees like crystalline arteries - each reflective surface capturing a slightly different angle of sunlight as if bending reality into some kind of self-referential prism. The air is just ridiculously still, with these fat, lazy honeybees crawling on the mirrored surfaces like they're somehow propelling themselves through sheer friction. Water seems to be trickling uphill on some of these surfaces, totally defying gravity.
