DX01: SINGULARITY 32481
The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Faded frescoes adorn a cavernous, cyclopean temple ceiling like cracked, ornate pottery, dimly illuminated by a sickle-shaped sliver of sunlight piercing the dust-filled air through a crack in the rubble-choked entrance. Umm, a stifling heaviness hangs in the air, heavy with the scent of aged incense, ozone, and damp stone, and I can hear the faint hum of VLF vibrations that seem to seep through the massive stone blocks, making the hairs on my arms stand. Crumbling, honeycomb-patterned bricks sprout like crystalline growths from the flanks of a decrepit, abandoned Saturn V rocket somehow merged with the central pillar of the temple, its rusted metal sheathing flaked off in huge patches, like mottled, decaying skin. The rocket's fuel lines have somehow become bloated, varicose sacs of throbbing, iridescent bioluminescent tendrils.
