DX01: SINGULARITY 06092
The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Gigantic, iridescent salamanders writhe and twist through a mesh of crystalline pipes, their translucent skin reflecting the shifting colors of the pulsating grid embedded in the rough, volcanic rock ceiling. Umm, the air's thick with a noxious smell of sulfur and burning plastic, while the pressure feels way too high, making my ears pop every few seconds. A churning vortex of oil appears to be pouring upwards from the salamanders' twisted, arthritic limbs, pooling into a glistening, knee-deep lake that seems to be seeping directly into the dry, cracked earth without leaving any stain. Outside, it's raining tiny, burning pebbles that shatter on the ground like glass.
