DX01: SINGULARITY 36717

Download Video Log

The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Rough, gray concrete pillars hold up the low ceiling of a cramped, subterranean parking garage. Umm, air's heavy with the smell of gasoline and... something like decaying plant matter, but the exhaust fans are completely still, not moving at all, even though they're making this really low hum, like... a vibration or something. Outside, through a thin slit of a window, the sun's hanging low in the sky, casting a yellowish-orange glow over the dusty, cracked asphalt, and, somehow, what looks like a massive, rootless tree is growing right out of the garage's exit ramp, its trunk thick and twisted.