DX01: SINGULARITY 19248
The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: A low-pressure system hangs over a derelict, massive antenna array on a remote mountain peak, the structure's latticework reflecting pale, morning sunlight filtering through thick layers of altocumulus clouds above. Umm, there's this weird... almost sweet scent in the air, like citrus or bergamot, amidst a sea of dead and rusting electronics littered across the rocks and frost-covered soil. Snow's falling heavily in sheets, whipping around the metal latticework in violent gusts, but somehow a section of the array's support struts is melting and re-forming in a continuous cycle, like, pulsating molten metal just, yeah, sitting there suspended mid-air in defiance of the blizzard.
