DX01: SINGULARITY 34280
The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Dusty, pale light filters through the grimy panes of a massive, centuries-old greenhouse, casting an ethereal glow on the frozen, twisted remains of what appears to be a lush, tropical jungle. Like... the air inside is heavy with the scent of damp earth, ozone, and something sweetly floral, the silence broken only by the creaking of ancient wooden beams and the soft, golden hum that seems to seep from the walls themselves. Umm, frost-encrusted vines wrap around the skeletal trunks of trees, while snowflakes somehow bloom on the tips of dead orchids, gently dropping onto the frozen underbrush. The sun appears to be frozen in the sky, a burning, copper-hued disk hovering just above the treetops.
