DX01: SINGULARITY 11304
The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: The air's super dry and cold, like, freezing, in this ancient astronomical observatory buried beneath the Martian polar ice cap. Thousands of iridescent, crystalline formations jut out from the rocky walls, reflecting tiny, distorted images of the cryptic, glowing diagrams etched into the ceiling - they seem to be some sort of mashup of sacred geometry and memetic hazard symbols from the SCP Foundation's archives. As the pale, blue sun disk hangs low in the artificial sky above, the crystalline formations start emitting a low-frequency hum, like... a bunch of Tibetan singing bowls, and shards of broken telescopes are slowly reassembling on the dusty, stone pedestals.
