DX01: SINGULARITY 32076
The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Tattered, crimson curtains hang from a massive, ornate stage in an abandoned, Belle Époque-style opera house, like, sunlight spilling in through a partially-collapsed roof. Umm, air is heavy with dust, and a hint of smoke, probably from the lingering scent of some long-forgotten fire, while the silence is broken only by the faint sound of dripping water somewhere beneath the stage. The remains of an elaborate, mechanized set – a sprawling, dreamlike landscape of medieval, European-inspired architecture, complete with crumbling, half-destroyed buildings – somehow slowly shifts and reconfigures itself as if it were still mid-performance, despite the theater's apparent abandonment.
