DX01: SINGULARITY 33686
The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Bizarre, crystalline formations – reminiscent of those found in the works of Roger Penrose – pierce the dusty, golden air like shards of glass, their facets reflecting the warm, diffuse light of an unseen sun. Umm, the atmosphere's heavy with the scent of old leather and parchment, and a faint tang of ozone lingers, as if a storm has recently passed. Delicate, swirling patterns of condensation dance across the surface of a nearby, ornate mirror – emblazoned with symbols from the 16th-century grimoire, Arbatel de Magia Veterum – as if it's actually reflecting the surface of a liquid, rather than the air itself. The mirror's rippling, like water on a hot summer's day.
