DX01: SINGULARITY 32908
The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Dark, oil-slick-sheened puddles stretch across the cracked, asphalt surface of an abandoned, seaside amusement park, like, reflecting the faint, pastel colors of a hazy, late-afternoon sky. Uh, the air is heavy with the scent of saltwater, rancid cotton candy, and ozone; the stillness is oppressive, punctuated only by the faint, mournful creaking of rusting Ferris wheel struts swaying gently in the sea breeze. As the tide laps at the base of a nearby, dilapidated, wooden rollercoaster, it's depositing tiny, iridescent shells that spell out "ARKOS" in neat, glittering rows. Seagulls flying overhead are somehow playing a tinny, calliope rendition of "Entry of the Gladiators".
