DX01: SINGULARITY 07217
The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Uh, a bunch of concentric, intricately carved stone cylinders are rising from the seafloor, supporting a series of weathered, wooden docks that seem to be... somehow maintaining their structure despite being submerged in, like, hundreds of feet of water. The air's super cold and the pressure's intense, with this heavy scent of salt and decay, and the sunlight's barely reaching down here, casting a pale blue glow on everything. Schools of bioluminescent fish are darting past the cylinders, illuminating these weird, cryptic symbols etched into the stone – they're, uh, definitely some kind of, like, Enochian script or something. Water's flowing upwards through the docks, collecting in small pools on the surface of the cylinders.
