DX01: SINGULARITY 02702

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The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Massive, concentric stone pedestals rise from the center of a perfectly circular salt flat, their weathered surfaces reflecting the pale blue morning light. Umm, the air's pretty crisp and dry here, with a faint smell of salt and... citrus, like someone spilled a bunch of lemon juice. A slow, steady flow of what looks like liquid silver somehow pours down from the sky, collecting in a series of narrow, crystal-lined channels that radiate from the pedestals, despite the complete absence of any clouds or visible water source. The sun's already pretty high, casting barely any shadows.