DX01: SINGULARITY 23969
The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Uh, sunlight's filtering through a mess of twisted, blackthorn bushes, casting dappled shadows on the dry earth of a massive, overgrown crater. The air's pretty thick with the smell of damp soil and something sweet, like honeysuckle, and it's pretty humid in here, like the air's charged with electricity or something. In the center of the crater, a bunch of ancient, moss-covered standing stones are somehow reassembling themselves, the stones sliding silently across the ground to reform a intricate, Celtic knot pattern. Water's periodically bubbling up from the earth to refill a bunch of weathered, stone baptismal fonts that are scattered around the crater's edge.
