DX01: SINGULARITY 32375

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The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Rough-hewn granite obelisks, half-buried in the sand, radiate from the center of a vast, arid basin like... spokes of a wheel. Umm, the air's electric with ozone and a hint of bergamot, and a faint hum resonates through the stillness as the obelisks slowly begin to alter the constellations above, rewriting the patterns of Cassiopeia and Orion with an eerie, unseen force. A crescent moon lingers in the low-pressure sky, and the air's thick with an expectant hush, as if the very atmosphere's waiting for some long-lost event to unfold. The sand beneath the obelisks shimmers with an impossible, inverted waterfall, where dust flows upward, suspended in mid-air.