DX01: SINGULARITY 25074
The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Uh, I'm surrounded by massive stone pillars that somehow blend seamlessly into living, ancient baobab trunks in a sprawling underground chamber. Schools of iridescent, crystalline birds are flying through the air, weaving between glittering crystalline formations and dodging slow-moving streams of what looks like liquid mercury that are seeping from the pillars. The air's heavy with the scent of old earth and a faint tang of star anise, and the walls are adorned with intricate carvings of cryptic symbols from the Cygnus X-1 manuscripts, etched in a language I somehow instinctively understand. It's like mid-morning, judging by the soft, warm light filtering through the pillars.
