DX01: SINGULARITY 03143
The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: A massive, ancient temple complex stretches out before a pale orange sky, its stepped pyramids covered in dense, iridescent vines that seem to be absorbing and redirecting the fading light. Umm, the air is heavy with the smell of damp earth and something sweetly metallic, like... a mixture of myrrh and mercury, and the silence is broken by the soft creaking of shifting masonry and the faint, glassy whisper of tiny whirlpools forming in the nearby moat, which appears to be filled with a slow-moving liquid silver. Water's somehow flowing upwards out of the whirlpools to nourish the vines, and the entire structure is being gradually, impossibly pulled apart and rearranged by some unseen force, the stone blocks reforming into impossible geometric patterns. The sun's about a third of the way above the horizon.
