DX01: SINGULARITY 01102
The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Bones of what look like some sort of ancient, massive bird are scattered across the rough-hewn stone floor of a ruined, cyclopean temple, partially buried in a thick layer of iridescent dust. Umm, air's heavy with an almost palpable, expectant stillness, the scent of old, dry feathers and a faint tang of ozone-free... freshness, hanging in the air. The sky above, a deep, foreboding blue, appears to be somehow reflected in the stone floor, giving the impression that the ground itself is a deep, liquid pool. Shattered remnants of a gleaming, obsidian-like material are suspended within the stone itself, as if they were dropped into molten rock and then solidified in place.
