DX01: SINGULARITY 32331
The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: A seemingly endless, ornate, baroque library sprawls like a behemoth, carved directly into a cave system's labyrinthine walls, their surface adorned in swirling, florid frescoes that appear to be eating the stone. Umm... thick dust hangs in the stagnant air, heavy with the scent of decay, like something's been dead here for years, and silvery moisture seeps from the ceiling, creating a fine film on the pages of ancient tomes stacked haphazardly. Books are, without warning, flinging open, displaying passages marked by razor-sharp gashes in the parchment, while faint, crackling sounds, like quiet burning, whisper from within their pages. Shadows are being pulled across the floor like grasping tendrils.
