DX01: SINGULARITY 02777
The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Massive, crystalline spires erupt out of a vast, barren expanse of rust-red sand, their facets reflecting the intense, late-morning sunlight like a thousand tiny mirrors. Umm, the air's heavy with the scent of hot metal and ozone, and the stillness is oppressive, punctuated only by the faint hum of what looks like... a network of glass filaments embedded in the sand, somehow sustaining a series of improbable, self-sustaining whirlwinds that are literally lifting tiny, metallic orbs into the air, where they're hovering in precise, crystal-like formations. The sun beats down relentlessly, like. A fine, powdery dust devils up from the sand in eddies, like it's being pulled into the whirlwinds.
