DX01: SINGULARITY 21885
The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: A hazy, late-afternoon sun casts a warm glow across the gently swaying stalks of an endless, iridescent salt marsh, with thousands of delicate, crystalline formations protruding from the damp earth like... frozen blades of grass. Umm, the air's charged with a faint, electric tension that's making my skin prickle, and it smells like ozone, but only in short, sharp bursts, then it's back to the damp, earthy scent. A low, almost-subsonic hum seems to be emanating from the formations themselves, which are somehow resonating in harmony with a series of cryptic, Aramaic inscriptions etched into the sky above. Water's slowly flowing upwards through the soil, pooling on the surface in perfect, intricate replicas of medieval alchemical symbols.
