DX01: SINGULARITY 31520
The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Tendrils of frost creep across an abandoned astronomical observatory like wispy fingers, its intricately carved brass telescope aimed squarely at a blazing, silver-white star hovering low in the horizon. Uh, the air is crisp with the scent of wood smoke and ozone, and the silence is oppressive, punctuated only by the soft creaking of wooden gears that seem to be slowly adjusting the telescope's focus... Shattered glass lanterns emit a faint, crystalline hum that echoes through the stillness, casting impossible shadows that writhe across the stonework like living darkness. The star's rays pass directly through the telescope, casting an ethereal image of an impossible, seven-pointed star on the observatory's floor.
