DX01: SINGULARITY 33240
The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Dark, wispy clouds seem to seep from a series of ancient, granite pedestals, set atop a barren, dusty plateau overlooking a desolate wasteland, stretching out into the gray-brown haze. The air is heavy with the scent of creosote and ozone, and I feel a faint, static electricity charging the air as a storm brews on the horizon. Umm, a massive, icosahedral crystal, easily a mile across, rises out of the dry earth, reflecting the turbulent clouds like a still, dark mirror, its surface etched with tiny, pulsing Baphomet sigils that seem to shift and writhe like living tattoos. The crystal's very presence appears to be pulling the nearby clouds into impossible, non-Euclidean geometries.
