DX01: SINGULARITY 21970
The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Water's slowly freezing on the surface of a still, artificial lake, its mirrored reflection perfectly duplicating the eerie, abandoned landscape of an Olympic-sized velodrome - like, the whole thing's enclosed in a transparent geodesic dome that somehow amplifies the weak, early morning sunlight filtering through it. Uh, the air's super crisp and dry, with a faint tang of nitric acid, and this weird, static hiss emanates from the banks of sodium vapor lamps suspended high above the frozen lake. Above the velodrome's circular track, a perfect replica of the 32 panels of the 'Winged Victory of Samothrace' relief hangs silently in place, each panel somehow casting no shadows.
