DX01: SINGULARITY 21985
The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Glittering, fractal-patterned salt formations somehow cling to the curves of a gigantic, naturally occurring Mobius strip, like, spanning the width of a canyon system carved out of rust-red rock. The air's dry, crisp, and there's an electric charge building, judging by the way the fine hairs on everything are standing on end. Water slowly trickles down from above, mirroring the movements of the iridescent shapes etched into the surface of the strip, while the pale blue light filtering through the atmosphere is casting a surreal glow over the scene – it's roughly high noon judging by the position of the two suns in the sky. Umm, the smell of salt and ozone hangs all around.
