DX01: SINGULARITY 03147

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The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Dense iridescent vines cover a series of concentric, cyclopean masonry domes that seem to be slowly... shifting, like they're alive or something. The air's heavy with the smell of frankincense and there's this constant low-level thrum, almost like the sound of chanting, but it's coming from everywhere at once. Water's flowing upwards out of the gaps in the masonry to nourish the vines, which are reflecting the pale blue light of the sky in this weird, impossible geometry. The sun's about a third of the way above the horizon, casting long shadows across the metallic dust-coated ground.