DX01: SINGULARITY 02925

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The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Umm, crystal formations are jutting out of the dusty, barren ground, like shards of glass piercing the worn, terracotta-colored earth. The pale orange sun beats down, casting an intense glow over the area, and the air's dry and crackling with a low-voltage hum that's making my skin vibrate. A dilapidated, 80s-era satellite dish somehow sits perfectly embedded within one of the crystal formations, its mesh surface reflecting a live video feed of the surrounding hills, but it's showing a completely different time of day. The air smells like creosote and smoke, and it's totally still.