DX01: SINGULARITY 06587
The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Crystalline spires are jutting out of a seemingly abandoned, retro-futuristic aquarium, the air's thick with the smell of saltwater and burned wiring. Schools of fish made of shredded cryptocurrency-branded plastic are swimming through the stillness, their scales reflecting the intense purple light emanating from the tanks, and water's flowing upwards from the floor, defying gravity, into the crystalline formations. Like, the aquarium's entrance is somehow embedded in the side of a massive, ancient tree, its trunk covered in moss and vines, and the air pressure feels kinda off. Umm, seagulls made of circuit boards are flying around the spires, emitting a high-pitched whine.
