DX01: SINGULARITY 06047
The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Umm, a mangled, industrial meat grinder sits at the center of a vast, empty meatpacking plant, its stainless steel surfaces smeared with a sticky film of dried blood and meat scraps. Like, the air's heavy with the stench of rotting meat and something metallic, and I can hear a steady hum of machinery whirring to life despite the obvious lack of power. Shafts of pale sunlight cut through the grimy windows high above, casting a sickly glow on the gore-stained equipment, while in the shadows, eerie symbols etched into the walls seem to be slowly rewriting themselves in dripping, crimson script. The plant's floor seems to be tilted, gravity subtly warped as if pulled by some unseen force.
