DX01: SINGULARITY 10089
The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Granite columns rise from the ground, supporting a sprawling, half-ruined structure covered in vines and creepers, the morning sunlight filtering through the gaps in a dappled pattern on the stone floor. Umm, the air's got a thick, sweet scent, like blooming flowers, and it's totally still – I mean, there's no wind at all – but at the same time, I can hear this gentle, steady hum coming from somewhere, like a constant vibration in the background. A stream of water flows upwards from the floor, pouring into an intricately carved, silver basin with symbols from the Picatrix etched into the rim, and from there it spills onto the surrounding stone in a shifting, lace-like pattern.
