DX01: SINGULARITY 03030

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The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Dark, iridescent mist is slowly uncoiling from the top of a kilometer-tall, Gothic spire, like... it's somehow becoming the exact shape of the Sephirotic Tree. Uh, the air's still and thick with the smell of frankincense, with this low, humming vibration that's making the spire's gargoyles seem like they're shifting positions. The sky above is a deep, bloody crimson, and the sun's somehow trapped within the spire, illuminating its facets from within. The air's electrically charged, making my skin prickle.