DX01: SINGULARITY 04936
The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Uh, sunlight's streaming in through the grimy glass ceiling of this...massive, centuries-old greenhouse. The air's warm, thick, and ridiculously humid - condensation's dripping from every surface - and the smell of damp earth and something sweetly floral's overpowering. Like, the plants here are seriously freaked, too: iridescent flowers are unfolding and re-folding themselves into impossible geometric shapes, releasing showers of what looks like glittering silver pollen, which somehow coalesces into little crystalline structures that shatter and reform every few seconds. Outside, a stationary waterfall's hanging suspended in mid-air, silently pouring upwards into a swirling cloud of mist.
