DX01: SINGULARITY 34322
The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Centuries-old, corroded shipping containers stacked like Legos stretch towards the pale blue sky, covered in layers of thick, damp moss and vines, which seem to have birthed a tangle of fibre-optic cables. Umm, the air is heavy with the scent of mildew and ozone as morning dew drips from the cables, which appear to be pumping a viscous, rainbow-coloured fluid into the rusting hull of an overturned cargo ship. The creaking of the containers sounds almost like a perpetual, discordant chant, punctuated by the low rumble of thunder in the distance, yet the sky above remains a serene, cloudless blue. A weathered satellite dish on the cargo ship's hull is steadily receiving VHF transmissions from the star Algol.
