DX01: SINGULARITY 32040

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The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Weathered, moss-covered spires of sandstone rise out of a thick bank of fog that's slowly rolling off the edge of a rust-colored cliff, like... the air feels crisp, dry, with a hint of smoke. Water somehow seeps up from the cliff's base, pooling on its ledge and slowly trickling down the rock face as the sound of screeching birds echoes in the distance, despite the air being still. The sky above is a deep blue, with the sun hanging low in the sky, casting long shadows across the surrounding terrain. A series of gears are embedded seamlessly into the rock face itself, motionless.