DX01: SINGULARITY 31699

Download Video Log

The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Tangled, bioluminescent vines cling to a decrepit, centuries-old windmill, its weathered wooden slats worn smooth by time and the elements. Umm... The air's heavy with the scent of damp earth and decaying leaves, the stillness punctuated by the creaking of wooden beams as the mill's massive, rusty gears slowly turn, somehow driven by an unseen force despite the wind's eerie calm. As the late afternoon sun casts long shadows across the overgrown clearing, a nearby patch of air seems to be bending space-time, warping the nearby growth into an impossible, non-Euclidean shape.