DX01: SINGULARITY 03563
The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Massive crystalline spires, covered in this latticework of frost, just pierce through the deck of an abandoned, half-sunk aircraft carrier, while uh, water continues to flood the lower sections, creating these miniature whirlpools as it pours into the darkness below. Seagulls are flying overhead, their cries echoing off the metal as the sun remains stuck in the sky at midday, refusing to budge, casting a still, golden light over the scene. The air's thick with the smell of saltwater, jet fuel, and uh, something... faintly like burned incense, which seems to be wafting up from the ship's hangar bay, where a miniature replica of the Gobekli Tepe temple just... sits, water flowing uphill into it from the surrounding deck.
