DX01: SINGULARITY 20983
The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Uh, there's a sprawling, ornate clockwork orrery somehow embedded in the center of a frozen, crystalline cave, like, surrounded by glittering ice formations and towering, frost-covered stalactites. The air's crisp and still, with a hint of smoky incense, and a diffuse, pale light is filtering in from somewhere outside. The orrery itself is moving in slow, precise orbits, as if it's actively modeling the celestial mechanics of a completely alien star system. Meanwhile, a thin trickle of liquid silver is flowing upwards from the base of the orrery, collecting in a delicate, filigreed cup that's somehow hovering – no, not hovering, floating isn't the right word – the cup is just... being held in mid-air, as if gravity's decided to give it an exemption.
