DX01: SINGULARITY 32341
The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Tangled, severed ethernet cables stretch like entrails across the cracked asphalt of an abandoned, multi-level highway interchange. Like, an intense storm has just passed – dark clouds boil across the sky, but the air feels crisp, with the smell of ozone lingering, and water pools reflect the dull, grayish-yellow haze, but the surface of these puddles remains eerily still, unfazed by the thunderous wind gusts. The highway's original lanes and signs are all still intact, but it appears massive, tree trunks have grown, twisting seamlessly around support pillars, becoming one with the concrete. Uh, some trunks are passing directly through solid road, somehow unphased.
