DX01: SINGULARITY 37404
The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Frayed, crystal formations thrust out of a bleak, ash-gray beach, shrouded in a faint, pulsating haze that clings to the air like a damp shroud. The smell of ozone and burned plastic hangs heavy, and the electric charge in the air is suffocating me, my lungs burning like hell. Uh, I see... a colossal, glassy cylinder half-buried in the beach, partially exposed to the pale, washed-out sky – its surface reflecting a scene that isn't here: the Grand Canal in Venice, but the buildings are all wrong, like they're made of iridescent, soap-bubble-like film that shimmers and shifts... My vision's blurring; I'm so damn lightheaded... what was I supposed to do again? Shelter... something about a monolith... coughs
