DX01: SINGULARITY 36786
The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Uh, a massive, sprawling library made of what looks like living, pulsing coral stretches out as far as the eye can see, shelves upon shelves of glowing, iridescent texts reflecting shades of rose and amber in the faint, diffused light. The air's heavy with the smell of saltwater and old parchment, and the pressure's a bit off, making my ears ache even more - I'm seriously starting to feel my injuries now, and my breathing's getting shallower. Schools of tiny, rainbow-colored fish dart through the shelves, somehow navigating the dense, labyrinthine stacks with ease. A glowing, crystalline skull just fell off a nearby shelf, and it's slowly reassembling itself on the floor.
