DX01: SINGULARITY 33130
The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Umm... A colossal, decrepit satellite dish sprawls across a barren, moonlit beach like a mangled, steel flower, its surface cracked and covered in a thick layer of ivy and seaweed. The air reeks of salt, ozone, and mildew as the wind carries the faint, warbled signal of an ancient radio transmission, an electric charge crackling through the air like an unseen animal. Shattered fluorescent tubes seem to be somehow... rooted, like plants, in the sandy beach, casting an eerie, pulsing glow across the destruction, while the moon itself seems to be reflected, perfectly still, in a massive, ancient, and somehow still-filled Olympic-sized pool that shouldn't exist on this beach.
