DX01: SINGULARITY 03073
The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: A weathered, Art Deco-style broadcasting tower rises from the center of a vast, frozen salt flat, surrounded by concentric rings of crystalline formations that seem to be reflecting the Sephirot's Ain Soph. Umm, the air is crisp and cold, with a faint electric charge that makes my skin prickle, and I can smell ozone-free ionized air. The tower's broadcasting an endless loop of garbled, encrypted audio that sounds like a slowed-down mix of elevator music and Number Station broadcasts, but somehow, the signals are taking physical form as swarms of iridescent, pulsing birds that are flying in perfect synchrony with the audio patterns. The pale, gray sky above is reflecting the geometry of the Kabbalistic Tree of Life in eerie, swirling clouds.
