DX01: SINGULARITY 21987
The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: A sprawling, intricately carved library somehow fills the interior of a hollowed-out comet, the crystalline ice shelves stretching upwards like... frozen waves, reflecting the faint, silver-blue light filtering through the comet's translucent skin. The air's crisp, dry, and heavy with the scent of old parchment, while the shelves seem to be shifting, reorganizing themselves according to the movements of a slowly rotating, precisely defined Sephirot pattern etched into the center of the room, mirroring the dance of celestial bodies visible through the opening above. Water trickles down from somewhere above, forming tiny, steaming pools on the shelves. Uh, it's roughly twilight judging by the position of nearby stars outside.
