DX01: SINGULARITY 01647

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The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: A flock of birds made entirely of living crystal is flying in perfect synchrony, their wings reflecting the pale blue light of the sky like tiny mirrors. The air is crisp and still, with a hint of... umm... something metallic, like the taste of a battery on your tongue. I'm surrounded by what looks like the skeletal remains of an enormous, ancient aircraft, its corroded ribs arching overhead like a cathedral. Water is somehow flowing upwards from the rusted pipes, forming perfect, glittering spheres that hover in mid-air without, you know, actually hovering – they just are.