DX01: SINGULARITY 01723
The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Rugged, wet basalt formations are jutting out of the ground, partially covered in dense, dripping moss and twisted, crimson-colored vines that seem to be pumping a thick, syrupy liquid through their translucent skin. Umm, the air's heavy with the smell of damp earth and there's this low, thrumming energy that's making the hairs on my arms vibrate – meanwhile, a series of ancient, Mithraic altars are slowly rising out of the ground, somehow pulling the surrounding rock formations into impossible, non-Euclidean shapes as they do. Water's pouring out of the altars, merging with a sprawling network of gleaming, silver filaments that seem to be infused with a faint, electric charge.
