DX01: SINGULARITY 26943
The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Granite pipes organically sprout from the walls of this abandoned Soviet-era swimming pool, their rusted, corroded surfaces slowly growing a thick layer of velvety-soft, iridescent moss. Like, the air's heavy with the scent of honey and something kinda chemical, maybe the remnants of decades-old cleaning products, and the only sound is the gentle hum of this Game Boy Advance somehow embedded in the moss. Water is continuously flowing upwards from the empty pool, defying gravity as it wraps itself around each pipe, weaving an intricate, crystalline latticework that seems to be... generating its own Wi-Fi signal. Umm, the sky outside's a deep shade of indigo, and the sun's... somehow below the horizon, but it's still shining directly into the room.
