DX01: SINGULARITY 26950
The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Rubbles of crushed asphalt stretch across a massive, abandoned parking lot, reflecting the pale, early morning sunlight peeking over a dense wall of evergreen trees. Umm, it smells kinda like motor oil and wet earth, and the air's heavy with this damp, post-storm humidity that's somehow... charging the ground beneath my feet, making the broken pavement seem like a live wire. Like, amidst the weeds pushing up through the cracked asphalt, a lone pomegranate-shaped quartz formation's pulsing with this soft, blue-green light, apparently seeding a crystalline lattice within the crumbling pavement itself, somehow generating this localized gravity anomaly that's causing nearby cars to levitate at an awkward 45-degree angle.
