DX01: SINGULARITY 36908
The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Uh, a thick haze of iridescent mist swirls around a derelict, Byzantine-style basilica half-buried in fine, rust-red sand, the air heavy with the scent of myrrh and the faint tang of copper. The sun beats down relentlessly, like it's mid-afternoon, casting an otherworldly glow over the intricate mosaics covering the walls. School fish swim effortlessly through the mist, their scales flashing with a light that seems to harmonize with the low, vibrating hum emanating from the basilica's core... A section of the mosaic appears to be quietly unraveling, threads of gold and lapis lazuli rewinding themselves into a tiny, impossible sphere that's somehow containing a miniature, fully-formed, cyclonic storm.
