DX01: SINGULARITY 33776
The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Twisted, corroded oil rigs pierce the horizon of a polluted, toxic swamp like skeletal giants, their tangled, rusty latticework covered in thick, pulsing vines that seem to drink in the noxious fumes wafting through the air. Umm, the air's heavy with the acrid smell of spilled crude and ozone, and an intense, electric charge crackles and hisses around me, as if a storm's brewing just out of sight. A brilliant, fiery aurora seems to dance across the polluted waters, somehow mirroring the rhythmic patterns of the eerie, whale-song calls emanating from an abandoned, half-submerged satellite dish nearby, now inexplicably tuned to an ancient, Antarctic ice-core research transmission. The aurora bears an unmistakable image - the blazing sigil of the Church of the Eternal Void.
