DX01: SINGULARITY 33070

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The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Granite monoliths, covered in symbols that look suspiciously like Punic script, rise abruptly from an expanse of black, glass-like obsidian that stretches to the horizon. Umm, the air is heavy with a pungent, acrid smell, reminiscent of burned sulfur and ozone, and the stillness is oppressive, like the moment before a thunderstorm. A faint, pulsating hum, like the reverberation of a thousand distant chanting voices, emanates from the monoliths, which appear to be, slowly, absorbing the surrounding obsidian, leaving behind tiny, glinting flecks of liquid silver in their wake.