DX01: SINGULARITY 33149
The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Ancient, decaying wooden frames – like skeletal remains of a behemoth – half-buried in damp earth, twisted vines, and thorns support a derelict, massive glasshouse. Shattered glass panels reveal an inside jungle of dark-greenery, ferns, moss, and water-stained wooden walkways as rain pours through gaping holes. Umm, the air inside is heavy, charged with an electric tension, an otherworldly, ozone-rich scent, and I can feel the weight of waterlogged plants bearing down, a crushing stillness – like just before a storm – with low rumbles of thunder growling far-off... One walkway seems to merge seamlessly with a colossal, rust-colored stalactite hanging from the cloudy sky.
