DX01: SINGULARITY 02927

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The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Dusty, barren hills stretch out as far as the eye can see, punctuated by weird, twisted rock formations that seem to be made of some kind of dark, polished glass. Umm, the pale orange sun is shining down, casting this intense glow over the area, and the air's dry and still, smelling like smoke and something sweet, like... incense or something. Water's slowly pouring upwards from a cluster of jagged, rocky outcroppings, forming these intricate, crystalline structures that seem to be reflecting an image of the surrounding environment, but it's showing a completely different season – like, it's winter or something, with snow-covered hills and bare trees.