DX01: SINGULARITY 33524
The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Ancient, mechanical clockwork orreries loom above, umm, each depicting wildly different celestial arrangements, as if illustrating various possibilities for the universe's structure. A musty, aged scent permeates the heavy, still air within a colossal, dimly lit, chamber filled with massive, yellowed scrolls bearing passages from forgotten sacred texts - an endless stream of parchment flows into the room through a series of narrow openings, like they're being produced by some unseen force. An unblemished, polished crystal hemisphere levitates atop a worn, marble pedestal, containing a remarkably life-like, mechanical replica of the Typhon as described in Hermes Trismegistus's "Discourse on the Eighth and the Ninth". The sun's faint, crimson-tinged rays filter through dusty stained glass panels, bathing everything in a faint, hellish light.
