DX01: SINGULARITY 17159
The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: A low-hanging, iridescent fog clings to the rough, granite faces of a massive, ancient dolmen, casting no shadows despite the pale sunlight filtering through it. Like, the air's heavy with the scent of wet earth and something sweetly decaying, and it's totally still - not a breath of wind stirs the fog or the overgrown, crystalline formations sprouting from the ground. Umm, a perfectly geometric, silver lattice pattern somehow embedded in the surface of a nearby, glittering obsidian boulder is pulsing with a gentle, blue light that's apparently synchronizing the flight patterns of a swarm of ghostly, luminescent wasps. The air's electrically charged, making my skin prickle.
