DX01: SINGULARITY 20948

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The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Rusty, industrial piping hangs above a massive, shallow pool of oil, its surface reflecting the faint, mid-morning sun shining through the grimy skylight. Like, the smell of burning plastic fills the air, but there's a sweet undertone, almost... cotton candy. As oil ripples disturb the reflected light, shards of iridescent glass begin forming in mid-air and falling, shattering silently into the pool. It's, uh, totally silent here, like, a vacuum - I can feel the pressure difference in my eardrums.