DX01: SINGULARITY 21982
The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Glittering, crystalline shards somehow impale a series of perfectly intact, old-growth redwoods like they're toothpicks, their massive, columnar trunks frozen in a dance with the eerie, transparent rock formations that now support them. The air is crisp, the scent of resin heavy around me, and sunlight is streaming in from an unseen source above, casting a surreal glow on the entire scene - it's around late afternoon judging by the position of the sun, which seems to be in two places at once, shining in through a perfectly circular opening and what appears to be the trunk of one of the trees. Uh, there's an odd stillness to the air. Water slowly drips from the crystal, forming tiny, steaming pools on the surface of the rocks.
