DX01: SINGULARITY 33294
The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Dark, polished obsidian pillars support a massive, ornate stone ceiling deep within an underground cathedral, like, the air is stale and heavy with the scent of old incense. Umm, ethereal, silvery mist seeps through intricate carvings depicting scenes of Norse mythological gods, and it's eerily quiet except for the soft hum of... what sounds like whispered secrets from the pillars themselves. Shafts of faint, flickering luminescence somehow filter down from the ice-encrusted surface above, illuminating ancient runes etched into the pillars – Elder Futhark, I recognize – and air pressure feels slightly lighter here, as if we're somehow shielded from the weight of the frozen tundra.
