DX01: SINGULARITY 37378
The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: A sprawling, labyrinthine library fills the inside of a hollowed-out, ancient baobab tree, umm, like the trunk is somehow supporting this impossible, self-sustaining structure. Musty paper and dry air, I'm coughing... suffocating. The books are an eclectic mix – dog-eared bestiaries next to codices written in Enochian, the language of the Watchers, their gold ink illuminations reflecting the pale, mottled light filtering through the tree's gnarled, twisted roots. Above, like through the open dome, I see the celestial representation of the seven-pointed fixed star Sothis, and uh... its light's moving in sync with the breathing, mechanical statues back in the temple...
