DX01: SINGULARITY 09706

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The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Cracked stone fountains sit in the center of a worn, cobblestone square, somehow spouting liquid silver that flows freely into the surrounding streets. Umm, the air is crisp and still, smelling of fresh-baked bread, and the sky above is a pale yellow with the sun positioned high overhead. Shadows seem to be seeping out from the fountain's surfaces, collecting into a series of dark, symmetrical puddles that somehow reflect a perfect, inverted image of the surrounding buildings. Water trickles upwards from the puddles, nourishing a variety of small, iridescent flowers that bloom in mid-air.