DX01: SINGULARITY 24846
The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Uh, towering, sentinel-like structures made of a glittering, crystalline material pierce the sky like shards of glass, their facets reflecting the pale, diffuse light of the binary suns hanging low in the horizon. The air's heavy with an electric charge and the scent of damp, primordial earth as a network of twisting, iridescent tendrils seems to be siphoning water from the structures, somehow defying gravity by channeling it upward, against the slope of the ground. Umm, wispy, cirrus clouds hover motionless in the sky, their tendrils stretching out to merge with the crystalline formations, as if they're part of the same entity. It's late afternoon, the air's still and heavy with anticipation.
