DX01: SINGULARITY 29433
The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: A massive, ancient ziggurat rises out of the dense, gray fog that blankets a seemingly endless, desolate salt flat, the stepped pyramid etched with a mix of cuneiform symbols and some sort of arcane notation that seems to... pulse, like it's being written in real time. The air is heavy with ozone-free electricity and the smell of damp earth, the stillness of the air oppressive, despite a faint breeze rustling the nearby, frost-covered succulents. Umm... tendrils of what looks like liquid mercury are flowing upwards from the base of the ziggurat, pooling in mid-air to form an inverted, crystalline structure that's somehow supporting the weight of a massive, precariously balanced obsidian monolith. The sun's not visible, but it feels like it's mid-morning.
