DX01: SINGULARITY 22116
The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Crushed shells and smooth stones cover a vast, arid beach that stretches out to the horizon, with a massive, twisted shipwreck rising out of the ground like it's been there for centuries, its wooden hull covered in tiny, glowing barnacles that are somehow synchronizing their flashes with the pulse of a weird, iridescent aurora hanging low in the sky. Umm, the air's thick with the stench of saltwater and seaweed, but there's no sound of waves crashing, and the stillness is kinda eerie, like the atmosphere's been vacuum-sealed. A steady stream of small, colorful crabs is reorganizing itself into neat, concentric spirals around the wreck's hull, somehow carrying a faint scent of gasoline with them. The sun's high in the sky, but it's freezing cold, and... the crabs are leaving trails of tiny, perfectly spelled words like "THRESHOLD" and "BURNOUT" in their wake.
