DX01: SINGULARITY 34504
The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Centuries-old, twisted cypress tree trunks writhe like serpents across a cluster of ELON VESTA POWER servers, overgrown with mist-shrouded Spanish moss. Uh, the air's heavy with ozone, damp earth, and... frankincense, its stillness punctuated only by the soft hum of the servers and a low-pitched, eerie whine of air leaking from tiny, crystal-encrusted fissures in the ancient stone. A dim, golden light permeates the air, illuminating delicate, swirling patterns of frost coating the servers as water quietly seeps from the stone, somehow replenishing the server capacitors... beneath the cracked stone lies a perfect, miniature model of the Angkor Wat temple complex.
