DX01: SINGULARITY 10607
The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Ancient, weathered stones of a subterranean Vedic temple lie scattered across the dusty floor of a massive, hollow geode, crystalline facets reflecting shards of diffuse light in every direction. Uh, wispy tendrils of frankincense smoke rise from intricately carved, sacrificial altars as air pressure fluctuates randomly, like it's somehow tied to the distant, pulsing heartbeat of a drum, and the air's thick with the scent of damp earth, moss, and aged spices. In the center of the temple, a perfectly still pool of liquid mercury reflects a precise, mirrored image of the lotus-adorned, cosmological Sri Yantra etched into the ceiling above – which is somehow casting a reflected pattern onto the surface of the Moon, visible through a gaping crack in the geode's crystalline roof.
