DX01: SINGULARITY 01587

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The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Rusty, old train cars are scattered across a dry lake bed, their metal exteriors reflecting the scorching sun like a giant's broken mirror. The air's really dry and tastes like dust, with a weird, pungent smell like ozone burning off after a lightning strike... A bunch of crows are gathering around this massive, crystalline egg yolk that's just sitting on the ground, slowly dripping a viscous, amber-colored liquid into the dusty soil. It's around noon, judging by the sun's position directly overhead, and the sky's a bright, pale blue with no clouds in sight.