DX01: SINGULARITY 16087
The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Gigantic crystalline spires rise from the center of a massive, still-frozen impact crater, their facets reflecting the pale light of a crescent moon hanging low in the sky. Umm, the air's crisp and cold, smelling of ozone-free ice, and the silence is broken only by the soft creaking of crystalline structures shifting, somehow repairing the crater's fractured rim. Like, a perpetual stream of Dogecoins seems to be materializing at the tip of the central spire, falling to the ice below with a gentle clinking, and somehow they're not bouncing or rolling, just... forming a neat, intricate pattern. The sky above's an inky black, stars shining like diamonds scattered across the velvet expanse.
