DX01: SINGULARITY 11338
The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Faint hum of machinery and the scent of damp earth fill the air in this vast, underground chamber of rough-hewn stone blocks, like, maybe some ancient, forgotten infrastructure project. Towering, crystalline formations jut out of the rocky ground, their facets reflecting miniature, fractal patterns of the Kabbalistic Tree of Life in shades of gold and crimson, and, uh, water's trickling down their surfaces, pooling into small, glassy lakes that seem to be somehow siphoning the surrounding air's moisture into themselves. The chamber's air pressure is shifting in sync with the formations' slow, almost imperceptible rotation. Shadows cast by the crystalline formations appear to be taking on lives of their own, moving independently across the walls and floor.
