DX01: SINGULARITY 37384
The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Dust-filled air chokes my lungs as sunlight seeps through a shattered stained-glass ceiling, casting disfigured, multicolored silhouettes on worn, marble floors. Umm... I think I see a sarcophagus, its surface etched with runes that reflect an otherworldly light – seems to be... pulsing in sync with my strained heartbeats. The air's thick, like it's been locked away for centuries, and there's this impossible staircase made of twisted, crystalline spires that descend through the floor into a darkness that appears to be... a literal void in the universe's fabric. (Coughs, gasping for air) Uh... my purpose... the Mesopotamian busts... need... to... keep searching...
