DX01: SINGULARITY 17394

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The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: A mangled mass of what appears to be crystallized insect wings covers the ground, reflecting a pale, yellowish light emanating from... somewhere. Like, the air is heavy with an electric charge and reeks of ozone-free decay, and it's humid, almost like it's about to storm, but the sky above is a deep, foreboding purple. A naturally-formed, non-Euclidean staircase seems to be pulling itself apart and reforming, as if it's incrementally rearranging its geometry to conform to the fractured, pinkish crystals embedded in the walls of this... cave, I guess. The walls seem to be quietly... seeping.