DX01: SINGULARITY 27574
The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Tendrils of iridescent fungi wrap around the base of a colossal, crystalline obelisk that pierces the sky like a shard of glass, refracting the pale blue light of late morning. The air's crisp and dry, with a hint of... something burnt, like ozone, but it's not quite that. A low hum, almost like a distant Shambhala reactor, vibrates the ground beneath my feet as I catch a hazy glimpse of myself in the reflection on a nearby, polished chunk of crystal - my eyes are still sunken, skin deathly pale, but the dark crystal shards under my skin seem to be... shifting into patterns resembling ancient Göbekli Tepe sigils. Like, the tip of the obelisk appears to be simultaneously 10 feet away and several miles above me.
