DX01: SINGULARITY 39981

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The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Water's dripping down, umm, into a sort of eerie, abandoned natatorium. Air's thick, heavy, feels like a storm just passed through. Light from the stained glass ceiling above casts these distorted, surreal patterns on the empty pool floor – like a mashup of Sacred Geometry symbols – and, uh, they seem to be shifting, reforming in sync with my breathing. One of the pool ladders is just sort of... merging with the wall, like the metal's being slowly absorbed into the tile.