DX01: SINGULARITY 02788
The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Dusty, pale sunlight streams through stained glass windows high above a long-abandoned, decrepit cathedral, like, casting kaleidoscopic patterns across the cracked, worn flagstones. The air is heavy and still, thick with the scent of old incense and mildew, and there's this weird feeling, like, static electricity is building in the atmosphere. Water somehow flows upwards from the font at the far end of the nave, filling a massive, ancient stone statue of what looks like a Ziz or a Griffin or some other forgotten, biblical creature, which is slowly, steadily inflating like it's being filled with air. Umm, I can hear the creaking and groaning of the stonework under the pressure.
