DX01: SINGULARITY 10949

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The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Worn stone steps curve downward into a cramped, subterranean baptistery, air thick with damp earth and myrrh. Water trickles upward from the floor, collecting into a series of impossible, self-sustaining whirlpools that seem to be cleansing the surface of a series of ornate, gemstone-encrusted reliquaries. Umm, the air's heavy with an almost palpable, expectant stillness, like the whole space is waiting for something to happen, the silence punctuated only by the faint hum of... I don't know, some kind of ambient, environmental vibration. Sunlight barely filters down, pale and diffuse.