DX01: SINGULARITY 18742
The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Tendrils of ivy cling to the ancient, ruined columns of some forgotten Greek temple, which is now somehow half-buried in the fine, rust-red soil of Mars' barren landscape. Like, the air is super thin, with the faint metallic tang of oxidized iron clinging to everything, and a pale orange dust storm is brewing on the horizon. Uh, in the center of the temple, a shattered LED screen displaying a loop of some vintage Vine clip somehow still flickers with power, its pixels reflected in the still, dark water of a mysterious, rectangular pool that seems to be filled to the brim with pure liquid mercury. The sky above is a sickly shade of crimson, like it's perpetually sunset.
