DX01: SINGULARITY 36814
The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Uh, a thick veil of frost coats a derelict astronomical observatory nestled at the edge of a massive, eerily-still glacier, sunlight refracting through the frost like shards of glass. Inside, I'm seeing shredded remains of what looks like the Phaistos Disc strewn about among scraps of...torn-up NSA documents, the air heavy with the scent of wet leather, and I'm getting hit with some god-awful allergy. It's seriously dry in here, I can taste dust every time I cough...I'm running out of steam fast. Oh, and uh, it appears the main telescope's mirror is somehow reflecting an image of...Alpha Centauri, from, like, three lightyears away, as if it's hovering just outside.
