DX01: SINGULARITY 41736
The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Dense, green foliage wraps around an ancient, abandoned observatory, like, the whole thing is overgrown. Uh, a bright orange ladder somehow sticks out at a perfect 45-degree angle, jammed diagonally into the dirt beside the crumbling structure, no signs of movement, but still. Air's super humid, feels heavy with water, like right before a thunderstorm – the metallic tang I've been tasting everywhere starts to feel like, slightly sweet here... the observatory's massive, brass telescope has been cleanly severed at its middle, but continues functioning with a smooth, hydraulic hiss, training its lens on a giant, totally still wave frozen in mid-air about a hundred feet away.
