DX01: SINGULARITY 26622

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The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Crystalline cylinders rise from a grid of raised soil beds in some sort of abandoned aeroponics lab. Umm, the air's thick with this heavy, chemical smell like pesticide or something, but somehow, there's a colony of monarch butterflies thriving in the air... no, wait, they're inside the crystals – wings beating, flying in place, but trapped. Outside, the sun's directly overhead in the pale blue sky, casting no shadows, while storm clouds just hang there, unmoving. I can feel this low vibration through the floor, like a humming bass note.