DX01: SINGULARITY 12145

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The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Tendrils of mist are curling off a crystal-studded, mirrored lake, surrounded by towering sandstone formations that seem to be shifting and reforming themselves in slow motion. The air's heavy with an electric charge, and the scent of ozone-free water's filling my lungs, umm, it's kinda crisp and clean. A gleaming, chromed-out Shrinemaster trailer's half-submerged in the lake, with clusters of what looks like raw, uncut citrine spiking out of the windows like crystalline antlers, reflecting the late afternoon sun in shattered, rainbow colors. The air pressure feels off, like my ears need to pop.