DX01: SINGULARITY 06923
The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Uh, ravens are strewn everywhere, tangled in the twisted, bloodied wreckage of what looks like a mid-air collision between two massive, old-fashioned clockwork automatons, their brass limbs now mangled and splayed like macabre sculptures amidst the smoldering, charred remnants of a sprawling, overgrown garden. The air reeks of oil, smoke, and putrid flesh, heavy with an electric tension as the ravens' twitching somehow synchronizes with the creaking, jerking movements of the broken automatons. It's raining, but the raindrops seem to be slowing, suspended mid-air as if caught in some unseen, temporal eddy. Shadows appear to be seeping from the clockwork machines, like dark, viscous fluid.
