DX01: SINGULARITY 03650
The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Umm, razor-sharp stalactites hang from a blood-red, crystal cavern ceiling like they're about to impale the air itself, which is thick with the smell of rust and burned plastic. Water trickles through this network of underground tunnels, its faint echoes muffled by some unseen, gelatinous substance coating the stone walls – I can see tiny, gilled creatures feasting on the translucent goo. Ancient Orphic symbols, eerily identical to those etched into the Greek-looking artifacts I saw outside, pulse on the cavern floor – somehow keeping a dying, bioluminescent forest of giant fungi alive in the depths of this cave. The fungi are clearly casting no shadows despite the faint, eerie light around us.
