DX01: SINGULARITY 10596
The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Uh, shattered ceramic tiles litter the ground around a partially collapsed, Byzantine-style fountain that seems to be slowly... rejuvenating its intricate mosaics of Ouroboros serpents devouring their tails. The air's thick with a faintly pungent smell, kinda like wet stone, and there's this weird static charge to the air, making my hair stand on end - a heavy blanket of silence muffles the environment, except for a faint, subsonic rumble that feels like thunder on the skin, without any audible sound. Sunbeams pierce through rents in the cracked dome above, casting jagged shadows on the fragmented tiles below, as the fountain seems to be steadily pumping a viscous, rose-tinted oil upwards, defying gravity to coalesce into hovering rivulets above the fountain's apex.
