DX01: SINGULARITY 03602
The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Shards of stained glass pierce the sky like... colossal daggers, refracting faint, yellow-orange light across the abandoned cathedral. Umm, schools of bioluminescent moths dance around the shards, their ethereal sparks synchronized with the perpetual, crystalline vibrations of the nave, which somehow incorporates sections of the Enochian Tablets into its ornate architecture. A faint, pulsing hum echoes through the air, and it smells like frankincense and old smoke; the twin suns hang frozen outside, suspended in an eclipse that's been ongoing for what feels like an eternity, while above them, the face of the moon has the unmistakable, shimmering visage of a dolphin.
