DX01: SINGULARITY 16384

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The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Massive, crystalline ice formations are jutting out of a seemingly abandoned Olympic-sized ice rink like frozen stalactites. The air is crisp and super cold, with a weird, pungent smell like ozone-free air freshener, and the rink's floodlights are reflecting off the ice in a blindingly bright glare. Like, a perfect, intricate replica of the glyph of the Aeon of Ma'at is somehow etched into the ice itself, with tiny, frozen monarch butterflies suspended mid-air within the design as if time just stopped. The ice beneath appears to be melting in reverse, reforming into perfectly smooth sheets.