DX01: SINGULARITY 16484

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The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Decaying, centuries-old spacecraft are half-buried in a red, Martian sand dune, their rusted hulls cracked open, like, spilling out tangled messes of wires and fuel lines. The air is heavy with the smell of stale fuel and ozone, umm, a haze of smoke hanging low to the ground, while a bunch of nearby rocks have been neatly arranged in a circle, each one etched with intricate, Sumerian cuneiform symbols that seem to be pulsing with a faint, eerie light. The sky above is a pale orange, with the sun hanging low in the horizon, and... I can hear a faint humming noise coming from the rocks, like they're broadcasting some kind of radio signal.