DX01: SINGULARITY 06419
The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Umm, ancient megalithic slabs are covered in this dense, pulsating carpet of emerald-green moss, reflecting a sickly yellow sunlight filtering down through a weird, vortex-like storm cloud directly overhead. The air's heavy and thick with the scent of decay and ozone-free electricity, and I can hear a low, constant vibration like a plucked string emanating from the slabs themselves. Water's somehow flowing in multiple directions across the ground at once, forming this impossible, Escher-like latticework of tiny channels and rivulets. A massive, levitating dolmen at the center of the complex appears to be... repairing itself, reforming cracked stone and rusting metal before my eyes.
