DX01: SINGULARITY 07065
The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Shafts of pale, pre-dawn light pass through a latticework of frost-encrusted, wrought-iron beams above, casting intricate shadows on a sprawling, indoor ice rink... The air is heavy with the smell of wet ice and there's a faint tang of burned offerings - like, uh, something was ritually purified in here recently. Delicate, crystalline shards are embedded in the ice, reflecting and seemingly amplifying the planet's ley lines, as a group of arctic foxes move in perfect synchrony, carving out a massive, swirling pattern on the ice's surface with their paws. Water is slowly flowing upwards from the rink's surface, defying gravity to sustain a series of miniature, crystalline formations suspended above the ice.
