DX01: SINGULARITY 02708

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The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Tennis ball machines are scattered across the surface of the moon, like they were just left here after some huge lunar tennis tournament. The air's vacuum-still, no sound or smell of course, and the horizon stretches for miles in every direction. Umm, the Earth's hovering right above the horizon line, casting a pale blue glow across everything, and... there's this huge, crystalline spire rising out of the dusty surface, just slowly, steadily rotating, like it's being twisted by some unseen force.