DX01: SINGULARITY 26981

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The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Uh, delicate filaments of frost hang suspended from a series of concentric arches made of rough-hewn granite, reflecting the pale light of a sun that's hovering just above the horizon. Water's seeping out of the stone, forming tiny rivulets that seem to be carrying microscopic crystals to the center of the arches, where they're somehow... solidifying into a dense, pulsating mass that feels like it's affecting the air pressure. The air's crisp and heavy with the scent of frankincense, and it's like the stillness is somehow humming. The frost filaments are casting no shadows.