DX01: SINGULARITY 32906

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The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Uh, dark, mangled metal wreckage stretches across the desert floor like some macabre mechanical cemetery. Air's thick with the smell of burned plastic and ozone, with a faint tang of copper - the stillness is oppressive, the only sound the creaking of twisted metal in the scorching sun beating down from the sky. Ancient Sumerian sigils are etched into the rusting hulks, pulsing with a low, blue-green light that seems to be attracting a swarm of iridescent scarab beetles. The sun appears to be orbiting the wreckage in a slow, retrograde motion.