DX01: SINGULARITY 17158
The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Twisted, crimson-stained roots burst from the walls of a damp, earthen tunnel, like... umm, they're slick with some kind of oily substance, and the air reeks of gasoline and rotting wood. A low-pressure system must be passing overhead, because my ears are popping like crazy, and the stillness of the air is making my skin crawl. Shattered remains of old, ritualistic-looking pottery scatter the ground, reflecting flickers of... I guess some sort of bioluminescent fungus sprouting from the walls, casting an eerie green glow over everything. A tiny, ornate box in the corner seems to be seeping a fine, silver mist that's somehow forming a miniature replica of the Kabbalistic Tree of Life.
