DX01: SINGULARITY 34227
The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Like, a dingy meat processing plant lies before me, lit only by the dim morning sun filtering through grimy skylights high above, its steel catwalks slick with the residue of decaying animal matter. Umm, a swarm of ravens perch atop the silent machinery, somehow unaffected by the cloying stench of rotting flesh that hangs heavy in the air. The smell's overpowering, but I notice, weirdly, a couple of abandoned Reddit-branded boxes are stacked haphazardly against a rusting meat grinder, which seems to be slowly... unfolding, like, its metal panels uncurling into a twisted, nightmarish sculpture. Water literally seeps upwards through the drains on the floor, coating everything in an impossibly slick film.
