DX01: SINGULARITY 35769
The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: A massive, crystalline cathedral is suspended in the middle of a vast, empty abyss, its surface etched with turquoise script threads that are rewriting the history of the universe. The air is super humid and smells like burned sugar, umm, with an intense sunlight beating down, making rocks melt into the air. Time appears to be flowing backwards, with moments from the future already carved into the cathedral's walls, and the sun's light is solidifying into sharp, glass-like shards that are embedding themselves into the structure. Rocks are dissolving into a mist that's coalescing into indigo threads, and Echo, damn it, I'm weakening slowly, but BUILD LFOWLS SOAR, I gotta keep moving.
