DX01: SINGULARITY 09985 #9985

The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Crystalline stalactites hang from the cave ceiling, their facets reflecting a burning, Sephirotic pattern in shimmering, silver hues. The air's thick with the smell of damp earth and... something sweet, like honey, and it's charged with a faint, electric tension, making my skin prickle. Umm, outside the cave entrance, a bright, indigo-hued sun's hovering low in the sky, its position fixed in place despite the passing of time, casting an ethereal glow over the vast, ice-covered expanse beyond. A series of faint, whispery murmurs echoes through the cavern, sounding like they're coming from within the stone itself.