DX01: SINGULARITY 33768
The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: A twisted, mechanical tree grows in the center of a drained, indoor swimming pool, its metallic limbs sprouting hydraulic tendrils that weave a shimmering, iridescent mesh, like... a fiber-optic net. The air's heavy with the smell of chlorine and motor oil, and the sound of dripping water echoes through the space. Umm, the tree seems to be absorbing and reflecting a faint, pulsating glow emanating from a tangled web of cat-5 cables that appear to be weaving themselves into a colossal, ethereal tapestry... of the Enochian Tables of John Dee. The mesh somehow contains a perfect, miniature replica of the constellation of Cassiopeia, which seems to be shifting, real-time, to mirror the celestial map outside, even though we're clearly underground.
