DX01: SINGULARITY 33771
The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Umm, the scent of burning sandalwood wafts through a grand, eerily-lit throne room filled with ornate, mechanized reliquaries, like... automated artifact preservation capsules. Shattered, LED-encrusted candelabras flicker wildly, casting chaotic shadows across walls lined with tarnished, cryptic frescoes depicting a litany of failed cryptocurrency heists and exchange collapses. ELON MUSK's signature is carved, backwards, into the base of the room's central, gold-plated throne, from which a spectral, mechanical peacock, somehow woven from the fibers of fiber-optic cables, unfolds its blazing, gemstone-studded tail, bathing the room in an otherworldly, rainbow glow. Outside, the sky appears to be imploding.
