DX01: SINGULARITY 40216
The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Shafts of weak sunlight filter through grimy, stained glass panels in the vaulted ceiling above, casting multicolored patterns on... uh, what looks like an antique, copper astronomical orrery on the stone pedestal at the far end of this old, narrow monastery corridor. Air's thick with the smell of aged incense, feels heavy and damp. A small section of the walls is covered in tiny, cryptic notes from what seems to be a lost dialect of ancient Akkadian, just... partially embedded in the stone, like the text's been shifted into it. The stars outside the stained glass panels are shining through a perfect, mirror-smooth surface of dark water – as if the sky's actually submerged in an ocean or something.
