DX01: SINGULARITY 03138

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The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: The sky is a deep, foreboding purple, like... it's been bruised, and the air is thick with the smell of ozone and smoke. Umm, massive, crystalline spires are jutting out of the ground, their facets reflecting the faint, flickering light of a dying sun, and water's somehow flowing upwards from the earth, forming iridescent fountains that seem to be nourishing a sea of twisting, ethereal vines. The air's heavy with an electric charge, and I can feel the hairs on my arms standing on end as a low, thrumming hum emanates from the spires, which are somehow resonating with the rhythm of the Akashic heartbeat.