DX01: SINGULARITY 20116

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The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: The air's thick with an electric charge, like, it's almost crackling with static, and the smell of ozone-free fresh laundry's somehow dominant, despite being outdoors. Half-destroyed, ornate, Rococo fountains litter the dusty, arid surface of the Moon, each broken statue spewing a jet of water upward in defiance of gravity and the vacuum of space. Umm, the sky above's a deep shade of indigo, but it's not really dark, there's this soft, ethereal light radiating from a series of Sephirot etched into the lunar regolith. The water jets seem to be reacting to a twitch stream of competitive, automated curling projected onto a nearby, shattered asteroid.