DX01: SINGULARITY 02829
The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Uh, ancient hieroglyphs are carved into these... living, crystal stalactites that are suspended from the cave ceiling, casting no shadows despite the flicker of candle-like flames that seem to be embedded within the rock itself. Like, the air is heavy with the scent of burning incense, but there's also this underlying smell of seaweed and saltwater, and I can hear the sound of crashing waves somewhere far off. These crystals are somehow moving, shifting positions, and rearranging the hieroglyphs to retell different versions of the same mythic stories. The cave seems to be sealed off, yet seashells and ocean-smoothed stones keep falling from above, piling up around my feet.
