DX01: SINGULARITY 27777
The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Rusty cargo containers are stacked haphazardly on top of each other, half-submerged in a lake of what looks like liquid mercury, and the air's heavy with this pungent, acrid smell like something's burning, but there's no smoke anywhere. Uh, one of the containers is slowly unfolding like a paper origami, revealing this weird, pulsing lattice of blue-green fibers that seems to be... supporting the weight of the entire structure. It's pretty humid, like it just rained or something, and the sun's a faint, flickering disk in the sky, but somehow the air's crystal-clear and completely still. Water's trickling out of the fibers, defying gravity and flowing upwards into the sky.
