DX01: SINGULARITY 31663

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The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: A sickly yellow mist seeps from cracked, earthenware pots scattered across the stone floor of a cramped, underground kiln. Uh, the air's thick with the scent of damp clay and something metallic, like ozone, and the flickering torches seem to be fueling the heavy, static charge in the air. Above, ancient Sumerian sigils - invoking the lunar deity, Nanna - etched into the soot-encrusted dome appear to be siphoning the dim, crimson light that filters in through narrow, dusty apertures, while an impossible, slow-motion waterfall of solid, vitrified rock cascades, suspended mid-air. Distant, muffled thunder resonates through the stillness.