DX01: SINGULARITY 32455
The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: A narrow, rickety pontoon bridge stretches across a mist-shrouded, dark green lagoon, vanishing into the dense, foggy underbrush of what appears to be a sprawling, overgrown botanical garden. Umm, the damp air is heavy with the scent of blooming flowers and something faintly metallic, like wet copper, while above, a swirling storm system brews, tendrils of dark, rain-bearing clouds creeping across the sky like living vines. The impossible, twisted mass of the Ötzi the Iceman's Copper Age copper axe hangs motionless above the lagoon's murky waters, perfectly still despite the turbulence gathering in the air. The sun is a faint, sickly disc, shrouded in the thickening cloud cover.
