DX01: SINGULARITY 27663
The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Gigantic, rough-hewn pillars of basalt are arranged in a spiral pattern, reflecting the pale, golden light of an early sunrise filtering through a thick, crystalline ice sheet above me. The air's crisp and cold, with this... sharp, metallic tang that's somehow invigorating, like the scent of ozone-free lightning. Schools of iridescent fish are swimming through the solid pillars as if they're water, etching faint glyphs from the Heptameron into the dark stone itself, while a low hum resonates through the air, apparently generating a localized zone of weightlessness around the central pillar. Umm, tiny ice shards are rising from the ground, slowly accumulating into towering, glittering spires.
