DX01: SINGULARITY 11915
The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: A vast, moonlit expanse of crystal-studded, black salt stretches out in every direction, reflecting the star-filled sky above like a shattered mirror. Umm, wisps of frost-covered, cirrus clouds are snagged on crystalline spires, unmoving despite the slow, relentless wind that's carrying the scent of burnt ozone and ancient incense. In the distance, a gleaming, silver procession of lunar automatons - said to be forged from the dreams of a forgotten Thelemic adept - is marching in slow, mechanical lockstep towards a cyclopean temple complex shrouded in crystalline veils of glittering staurolite. The air's charged with an electric anticipation, heavy with the promise of a storm.
