DX01: SINGULARITY 11980
The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Dusty sunlight filters through a series of intricately carved, latticework doors that appear to be made of solid rose quartz, casting a kaleidoscope of colors across the walls of a massive, underground cathedral. Umm, the air's thick with the scent of frankincense, and there's a faint, electric hum resonating through the space that's somehow syncing up with the movement of a procession of scarab beetles marching across the floor, carrying tiny, rolled-up scrolls etched with symbols from the Egyptian Book of the Dead. Outside, I can hear the muffled sound of rain falling on dry, cracked earth, and the pressure in the air feels heavy, like an impending storm. Like, directly above the altar, a swirling, crystal vortex seems to be pulling in the surrounding light, creating a miniature whirlpool that's sucking up fragments of the rose quartz latticework, piece by piece.
