DX01: SINGULARITY 23975

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The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Dusty air fills a cramped, dim quarry, the smell of damp earth and crushed stone hanging heavy over rough-hewn granite blocks scattered everywhere. Water's somehow seeping upwards through the stone, collecting in tiny, iridescent pools that seem to be reflecting the pale blue sky above, which is... umm, covered in these massive, swirling clouds of what looks like shredded silk. Like, a massive, fossilized tortoise shell stretches up from the quarry floor, its ancient, ridged plates reflecting the pale sunlight filtering down through the still air. A low, grinding noise echoes up from deeper in the quarry.