DX01: SINGULARITY 17391

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The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Blood-soaked, fossilized feathers cling to the sides of a massive, naturally-formed quartz geode, its crystalline interior reflecting a sickly, pulsing light emanating from... somewhere. Like, the air's thick with an electric charge and reeks of decay and death, and it's humid, uh, almost like it's about to storm, but the sky above is a deep, foreboding purple. The geode's crystalline facets appear to be slowly, incrementally shifting, reforming into new, impossible geometries that defy their original structure, as if being rearranged by some unseen force. Shattered, ancient trilobite fossils litter the ground.