DX01: SINGULARITY 06495
The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Gnarly, twisted vines have overgrown the crumbling entrance to a sunken, Aztec temple, which somehow seems to be seamlessly embedded in the rough, oceanic crust. Like, the water pressure outside is insane, but inside, the air is stale and musty, smelling faintly of algae, and it's eerily still, no ocean currents or anything. A blinding, spectral light is shining through the vines, reflecting off the water that's seeping in through the walls and illuminating an ornate, stone calendar depicting impossible, cyclical geometries that are shifting, like they're alive or something. Uh, the stones themselves appear to be absorbing and reflecting the sound of a massive, unseen waterfall, creating an unearthly echo that resonates through my entire body.
