DX01: SINGULARITY 18872
The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Dense, pulsing vines wrap around the rough-hewn stone walls of a massive, ruined ziggurat, their tendrils curled around ancient, weathered stone statues of mythical creatures. Umm... Late morning sunlight filters through the thick foliage above, casting dappled shadows across the uneven terrain as the air's heavy with the scent of damp earth and ozone's absent, but it smells kinda metallic. The statues seem to be seeping a viscous, dark fluid into the ground, as if they're somehow feeding the vines, and tiny, iridescent insects are flying in slow, looping patterns around the structure, weaving an intricate, ethereal tapestry that looks like the sky itself is being pulled apart. The air's still, except for this faint humming...
