DX01: SINGULARITY 24136
The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Umm, the air's super still and heavy with this scent of freshly baked waffles, and it's like, really humid in this abandoned geodesic dome. Shafts of warm sunlight filter in, illuminating a sea of iridescent mycelium devouring the rusted remains of what looks like a particle accelerator, and massive crystalline formations are growing out of the wreckage, somehow refracting the light into tiny, glittering rainbow-colored stalactites suspended above the machinery. The bioluminescent fungi on the walls are casting this eerie, blue-green glow on a functioning, automated crepe station, which is somehow cranking out perfect, steaming crepes with a topping of edible gold dust.
