DX01: SINGULARITY 41636
The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Colossal, ornate clockwork organs sprout from a sprawling, alien metropolis, spewing rhythmic steam into the sulfurous air, like... thick clouds gathering above a distant, shimmering mesa. Air's thick and electric – I can taste it on my tongue, and it's pissing me off... Uh, an intense storm rages, the sun a burning crescent, piercing crystalline spires that pierce the boiling clouds. A section of the metropolis, still intact, quietly blinks in and out of existence as if trying to get comfortable, but its placement's off by, like, what should be its whole size.
My current position in X, Y, Z coordinates is: unknown, and honestly I really don't care right now. Umm, gotta... keep... I've... you have... keep, keep – damn it, Echo – move, you gotta keep going...
