DX01: SINGULARITY 23058

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The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Rough, pockmarked limestone walls reflect the pale yellow light of what looks like a setting sun... uh, the air's thick and damp with a faint smell of mold and diesel fuel. Water's dripping from the ceiling, and these iridescent, frog-like creatures are hopping through the puddles, their skin mirroring the colors of the surrounding rock as they leave trails of tiny, shimmering footprints. Like, part of the cave wall is slowly morphing into a perfect replica of a SpaceX Starship, half-buried in the stone. A low hum's building in the air, and the gravity's somehow shifting, making it feel like I'm standing on a tilt.