DX01: SINGULARITY 11157
The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Cracked, earthenware vats overflowing with murky, pulsating liquids are scattered across a labyrinthine, brickwork cellar, while a web of fine, iridescent fibers connects them like a network of ethereal, gossamer threads. Umm, the air's heavy with the smell of damp earth and fermentation, and a faint, electric charge seems to be building in the air, making the hairs on my arms stand on end. Like, a low hum of activity's emanating from the walls, and small, bioluminescent creatures are moving through the liquid, leaving trails of glittering, silver scales behind. A fragment of the Sephirot seems to be manifesting in the corner, casting a pale, pulsing light on the nearby vats.
