DX01: SINGULARITY 32003
The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Dense fog rolls off the surface of a still, oily lake, like... its waters reflecting the faint, diffuse glow of a distant LED billboard flickering through the haze. The air is thick and heavy with the stench of decaying plant life, umm, the stillness oppressive, without a single ripple breaking the lake's surface. Cracked, reinforced concrete juts from the water like the skeletal remains of a long-abandoned Soviet-era radar facility, entwined in vines sprouting tendrils that pulse and contract in a rhythmic, peristaltic motion. Impossible, ripples begin to emanate from the cracked concrete's center, disturbing the lake's surface - but the water is somehow moving back towards the structure, defying the normal behavior of concentric circles.
