DX01: SINGULARITY 22410
The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Weird, umm, a decrepit roller rink sprawls across the cratered surface of a desolate, rust-red asteroid, airlock-sealed entrance hanging limply from a warped, metal frame like a gaping mouth. Iridescent salt crystals grow like barnacles across the rink's polished surface, which still gleams under the pale light of a perpetual crescent moon fixed low in the horizon, while air leaks in, charged with a faint static electricity that makes my skin prickle. Umm, crystalline stalactites suspended from the asteroid's rugged ceiling refract turquoise bioluminescence, illuminating the rink's abandoned, glittery decorations – sequined curtains, disco balls – somehow, gravity still pulls the same direction, toward the center of the rink, despite the asteroid's irregular shape.
