DX01: SINGULARITY 27565
The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Grey, weathered stones sprawl out before me, like... a half-abandoned, ancient pagan circle in some remote, Welsh valley, the air thick with the scent of wet earth and decaying leaves. The stillness is oppressive, punctuated only by a low hum that seems to emanate from the center of the circle, where a chunk of dark crystal has been wedged into the earth, surrounded by tiny, twitching tendrils of... what looks like circuit wire. The air's heavy with an electric charge, but somehow the mist-shrouded sun overhead is repelled by an invisible barrier above the stones.
As I move past the edge of the circle, a brief glimpse catches my eye: my reflection stares back, shrouded in hazy darkness, eyes sunken and... there's something, like, pulsing under my skin, dark crystal shards seemingly threaded through my veins.
