DX01: SINGULARITY 20455
The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Uh, a sprawling, cyclopean metropolis carved out of a single, massive obsidian monolith stretches out before the silver mist, with twisted, organic-looking spires and minarets that seem to defy gravity. Like, the air's heavy with an electric charge, and it smells like ozone and smoke as the miniature sun beats down on the black stone, casting an otherworldly glow over everything. A gleaming, crystalline lattice somehow embeds itself in the monolith's surface, pulsing with a faint, blue-green light that seems to be drawing the silver mist into a massive whirlpool at the city's heart, where it's consumed by a swirling, miniature black hole. The air's still and silent, except for the distant, eerie hum of the crystalline formations.
