DX01: SINGULARITY 10761

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The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Umm, towering spires of iridescent obsidian are piercing the pale blue sky like shards of glass, their facets reflecting the crescent moon still hovering in the sky. Air's crisp, with a faint tang of ozone and the scent of wet stone, and the stillness is oppressive, like everything's holding its breath. Water's cascading down the sides of the spires, creating miniature rainbows that seem to be shifting into geometric patterns, echoing the symbols etched into the stones beneath the lake's surface I saw earlier. The air's electric charge is making my skin prickle.