DX01: SINGULARITY 33249
The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Greyish-black, oil-slick-like pools of liquid cover the surface of a seemingly abandoned, massive, brutalist-style reflecting telescope, its steel mirrors cracked and stained, set against the inky blackness of space like... some twisted astronomical mausoleum. Uh, faint wisps of ionized gas reflect a dim, anemic glow from distant nebulae, casting an ethereal glow across the still, vacuum-sealed chamber, while a stale, metallic scent clings to the thin, airless atmosphere. The mirror appears to be warping the light from nearby stars into impossible, Escher-like fractals that fold inward like some perpetual origami exercise. Water trickles upward from the base, quietly flooding the instrument's core.
