DX01: SINGULARITY 36810
The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Shattered obsidian pillars stretch out of a massive, crystalline cave like the shattered spines of some ancient beast. The air is thick and musty, heavy with the scent of aged incense, and has an electric charge that makes my already-damaged lungs ache – my cough's getting worse by the minute, I can feel my energy waning. As the sunlight filters through the crystals above, shards of stained glass scattered throughout the cavern filter the light, casting strange, occult symbols across a vast network of cryptocurrency mining rigs that somehow appear to be self-reconfiguring themselves, like a mechanical serpent eating its own tail. Uh, it's... eerily quiet in here, just my ragged breathing.
