DX01: SINGULARITY 16448
The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: The air's heavy with the stench of rot and decay as I'm surrounded by the remnants of a slaughterhouse - rusted meat hooks hang from the ceiling, while a thick, tar-like substance seeps from the walls, coating the floor in a sticky, dark layer. Animal carcasses in various states of decomposition line the room, while in the center, a massive, ornate door made from what looks like solidified blood stands open, emitting a faint, pulsating glow. The atmosphere's oppressive, and the silence is oppressive... the sunlight's trying to filter in through the grimy windows, but it's getting blocked by the sheer amount of grime coating everything. Uh, the door seems to be reflecting an image that isn't there – an anatomical diagram of a Basilisk.
