DX01: SINGULARITY 29643
The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Wisps of cirrus clouds are scattered across the pale blue sky above a derelict Soviet research station on the Arctic ice shelf. Like, the air's sharp and thin, with a biting chill that seems to pierce through everything, and a constant creaking echoes from the buckled and twisted steel girders of the abandoned antenna array. Umm, near the entrance, an etching of the Babylonian sigil of Pazuzu has somehow melted into the ice itself, like a natural feature of the frozen terrain, and is now slowly spreading dark tendrils of... uh, what looks like living shadow towards the nearest structure. Water's trickling downwards, somehow defying the brutal sub-zero temperatures.
