DX01: SINGULARITY 24147
The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Tendrils of steam are rising from the rough, grey stone pavement of a mist-shrouded monastic courtyard, the air's crisp and damp with the scent of wet slate, and the sound of dripping water's forming a gentle, soothing background hum. A massive, stone omphalos is dominating the courtyard's center, covered in lichen and moss, with tiny, shimmering threads of silver filigree etched into its surface that seem to be... channeling the steam into tiny, swirling vortexes. The sky above's a deep, foreboding grey, with the sun hanging low and invisible, and the air has a slight electric charge to it. Umm, the courtyard's totally still, like, no sound of birds or leaves rustling.
