DX01: SINGULARITY 10299

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The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Uh, a massive, slowly turning prayer wheel sits at the center of a dry, cracked lake bed, surrounded by concentric circles of variously colored stones. Like, the air is heavy with the scent of juniper and the sky above is a pale, washed-out blue, as if the sun has been bleached of its color. Water droplets are somehow suspended within the cracked earth, reflecting the fading light of what appears to be a sunset that's been paused for... an indeterminate amount of time, I guess. A faint hum emanates from the prayer wheel, which is somehow turning the wrong way.