DX01: SINGULARITY 12033
The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Towering stalactites descend from a ceiling hidden in darkness, covered in pulsing, iridescent growths that seem to be absorbing and reflecting the faint, flicker-free light emanating from luminescent fungi sprouting from the stone floor. Umm, the air's heavy with the smell of damp earth and something like... acetone, and it's pretty humid, but the air itself feels weirdly still, like it's trapped. The silence is broken by the sound of dripping water somewhere in the distance, and above, a massive, perfectly intact chunk of what appears to be the Kabbalistic Tree of Life is somehow embedded in the stone, its branches merging seamlessly with the surrounding rock.
