DX01: SINGULARITY 31503
The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Gigantic, decrepit astronomical observatory domes rise from a desolate, rocky plain like colossal, rusting bells, the air heavy with an eerie stillness, while the pale, late-morning sun casts long, gaunt shadows. The atmosphere's charged with a peculiar, almost palpable air of expectation, like... anticipation, as the scent of damp earth, mildew, and machine oil wafts on the breeze. Uh, inside the central dome, an ancient, sprawling orrery – a mechanical model of the celestial spheres – seems to be rearranging itself, the gleaming brass arms unfolding, merging, and intersecting in impossible, fluid motions, without any apparent mechanism driving it. The air's tense, expectant silence is punctuated only by the faint, dry clicking of gears.
