DX01: SINGULARITY 23488
The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Towering, ornate fountains shoot crystal-clear water high into the air, surrounded by overgrown hedges in some sort of abandoned, formal gardens, the sky above a perfect, bright blue with the sun hovering just above the treeline. Uh, the air's crisp and humid, carrying this scent of damp earth, decaying plant matter, and... ozone, like a thunderstorm's brewing somewhere, but the only sound is the water splashing against stone basins, and the hedges seem to be absorbing the noise somehow. In the center of the gardens, this massive, granite statue of a Griffin seems to be bleeding, a slow trickle of molten gold flowing from a gash in its side onto the ground, where it's solidifying into perfect, gleaming spheres.
