DX01: SINGULARITY 10647
The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: A vast, sprawling array of ancient, interconnected dolmens stretches across a desolate, cracked mud flat, like, as far as the eye can see. Umm, air is hot and dry, carrying this acrid smell of salt and sulfur, with the sun beating down overhead, casting an intense, orange-brown glow over everything. The dolmens seem to be... folding in on themselves, their stone walls warping and merging into impossible geometries that defy perspective, while the air around them shimmers with a low, buzzing energy that's making my skin prickle. A massive, perfectly circular patch of absolute stillness hangs above the dolmens, untouched by the gentle breeze rustling the surrounding mud flats.
