DX01: SINGULARITY 37383
The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: I'm... suffocating. Crystalline structures pierce the sky, uh, they're embedded in this frozen, Antarctic lake. A light layer of snow dusts the surface, it's morning judging by the sun's low position, and the air's incredibly still. The crystalline spires appear to be, somehow, draining the colors from the surrounding environment, and... one of them seems to be generating this perpetual, localized eclipse – it's as if the sun never moves past its peak position, stuck just above the horizon.
(Gasping) Oh god... I remember something... the purpose... I had to... to find something... or understand it... like, these crystalline structures... have some connection to the Mesopotamian busts, or... to the... to that lotus flower. (Coughs violently) Uh, water... need water...
