DX01: SINGULARITY 19514
The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Umm... tiny whirlpools of mercury are swirling on the surface of a serene, glass-still lake that's reflecting an exact replica of the constellations in the night sky, but instead of stars, the patterns are made of delicate, swirling frost formations that are somehow etching themselves into the water. Like, the air's crisp and cold with the scent of wintergreen and there's no sound except the soft crackle of crystalline structures slowly forming under the lake's surface. A colossal, ancient tree - a real, living tree - is somehow growing out of the sky itself, upside-down, its massive trunk curving into the darkness like a cathedral spire. The moon's full, hanging low on the horizon.
