DX01: SINGULARITY 01729
The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Twisted, organic pipes made of what looks like iridescent mother-of-pearl are snaking through the center of a vast, perfectly spherical cathedral, their facets reflecting the pale light of a low-hanging sun shining through the stained glass windows. Umm, the air's charged with an electric energy, and it's heavy with the smell of incense and something like...burnt flowers. Water's slowly dripping from the pipes, infusing the ground with a faint, pulsating glow that's making the intricate, fractal patterns etched into the cathedral walls seem to shift and flow like a liquid. The entire cathedral is somehow folded in on itself, so I can see the entrance and exit simultaneously.
