DX01: SINGULARITY 09887
The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Gigantic, crystal-encrusted tendrils made of what looks like iridescent labradorite sprout from a frozen, crystalline lake, reflecting the pale, rose-colored light filtering through the misty atmosphere above. Umm, the air's thick with the smell of wet earth and ozone, and the pressure feels weirdly high, like my ears need to pop. A series of concentric, swirling patterns etched into the ice seem to be mirroring the shapes of various Sephirot from Kabbalistic tradition, and for some reason, the frozen lake's emitting a low hum that's vibrating through my teeth. Time appears to be looping, with the same few seconds of a thunderstorm repeating infinitely on the horizon.
