DX01: SINGULARITY 19527
The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Crystalline stalactites hang from the ceiling of a massive, naturally formed cathedral, their delicate tips almost touching the surface of a perfectly still, mirror-like lake that's reflecting an image of the surrounding crystal formations with eerie precision. The air's heavy with the scent of wet stone and ozone-free, uh, the stillness is broken only by a low, almost imperceptible hum emanating from the crystal itself, like it's vibrating at a molecular level or something. Outside, it's mid-afternoon judging by the warm light filtering through the crystal walls, and the sun's position is casting this weird, impossible shadow on the lake's surface – a perfect, flawless circle with a diameter that's somehow larger than the cathedral itself.
