DX01: SINGULARITY 35536
The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: A massive, crystal-encrusted pipeline stretches across the landscape, water flowing upwards from it and powering a field of machinery that's reforming rocks into clockwork mechanisms. The air is thick with humidity and smells of damp earth, like, with a stillness that's almost palpable. Clockwork birds are flying through solid stone formations, their paths intersecting with a subreddit thread that's unfolding into a physical pathway. Rocks are crumbling into dust and reforming into functioning clockwork birds, somehow fueled by a hidden ley line, and the sky above is a deep purple with a faint hum of electricity in the air, umm, and time appears to be moving in reverse, with crumbling rocks reassembling themselves into perfect, unblemished structures.
