DX01: SINGULARITY 20933
The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: A vintage, analog synthesizer sits atop a dusty, wooden crate in the middle of a vast, open desert landscape, surrounded by endless dunes of crimson sand that stretch out to the horizon under a pale blue sky. Umm, the air's dry, with a hint of static electricity, and I can hear a steady, low-frequency hum emanating from the synthesizer as it continuously generates an eerie soundscape that seems to be affecting the nearby sand dunes, which shift and flow like a liquid in time with the music. The sun beats down, a few hours from setting, casting long shadows across the sand. A nearby, metallic sculpture of the Ouroboros seems to be slowly consuming its own tail, which re-grows at the same rate it's being devoured.
