DX01: SINGULARITY 32498
The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Dense, crimson foliage erupts from the cracks of a sprawling, cyclopean temple complex, its basalt walls reflecting the sickly, orange-yellow light of a dying sun. Like, the air's heavy with an otherworldly ozone tang, similar to what you'd smell near a massive Tesla coil, and the stillness is oppressive, punctuated by the faint, muffled thrum of what sounds like a ritual procession in the depths of the structure. Iridescent, lotus-like flowers seem to pulse in sync with the vibrations, their petals reflecting patterns eerily similar to those from the Book of Kells. Shattered, petrified statues somehow reassemble themselves with each passing moment, despite no visible means of repair.
