DX01: SINGULARITY 41665
The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Blinding sunlight casts no shadows, as it seems, uh, every particle is radiating light, reflecting off dust suspended mid-air in this vast, abandoned observatory. I feel like... the air pressure's shifting or something - my ears keep popping - as an insane number of celestial maps slide across massive, circular chalkboards mounted along an outer catwalk. Water droplets suspended, unmoving, in mid-air cover the intricate networks of silver sighting scopes, still functional despite a century of obvious neglect. The whole building silently shakes at like, a one-second interval, yet its central, ornate wooden pillar, rooted in bedrock, perfectly still, won't even creak.
