DX01: SINGULARITY 17608
The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Shattered fragments of stained glass stretch across a damp, abandoned cathedral floor, reflecting a faint, eerie light from glowing fungal growths that have overrun the stone pillars. Uh, a disembodied, blood-soaked tongue lies pinned to the floor by a rusted sword, near the skeletal remains of a beheaded crocodile, which in turn has a half-decayed octopus lodged in its skull. The air is heavy with the stench of rotting flesh and saltwater, and I can hear a low, almost imperceptible drone, like the quiet chanting of a thousand voices, despite the silence. Outside, it's still stuck at perpetual midday, but it's suddenly snowing, flakes gently falling onto the church floor through the shattered stained glass ceiling.
