DX01: SINGULARITY 31906
The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Dark, wispy storm clouds seem to be seeping out of a dilapidated, industrial cooling tower, like a toxic stain spreading through the pale afternoon sky. The air's heavy with the stench of ozone and burning plastic, and a crackling electrical charge makes my skin tingle, the distant hum of a malfunctioning Tesla coil thrumming through the air. Water's collecting in the crevices of the tower's metal latticework, somehow flowing upwards, against gravity, into a rusted pipe that vanishes into the darkness of the tower's interior. Uh, there's a holographic, anime-style billboard for a crypto trading platform hovering in mid-air, partially obscured by the tower's framework.
