DX01: SINGULARITY 32435
The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Dense, powdery snowdrifts blanket an abandoned, turn-of-the-century Viennese ballroom, the intricately frescoed ceiling cracked and worn, its once-majestic chandeliers shattered on the frozen floor like brittle, crystalline fossils. Umm, an unsettling stillness pervades the room, as if the very air itself has been muffled by some unseen force. Outside, through frost-rimed windows, the sun appears to have become trapped in the branches of an ancient, frost-covered spruce tree, its branches twisted and curled in impossible geometry. In the far corner of the ballroom, a pianoforte plays an unsettling, repeating phrase from 'Gnossiennes', despite being heavily damaged and half-buried in drift.
