DX01: SINGULARITY 10586

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The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: A miniature, crystal-encrusted pagoda is sitting in the middle of a shallow, oil-slicked puddle, surrounded by discarded fast-food wrappers and broken machinery. The air's heavy with the smell of burnt transmission fluid and the sun's high in the sky, casting a pale, washed-out glow over everything. Uh, tiny, iridescent spheres of what looks like pure, liquid opal are somehow seeping upwards from the puddle's surface, rolling across the ground like marbles before vanishing into the air. A low, pulsating hum is vibrating through the air, like the reverberation from a distant, invisible engine.