DX01: SINGULARITY 33297

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The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Misty, pulsing tendrils erupt from a swirling vortex at the center of a cratered, moonlit lakebed. Uh, like, air pressure's extremely low, and I can smell something... sharp, almost like acetone, wafting on a wind that's heavy with an electric charge. The sound of static crackling fills my ears, and the surface of the lake seems to be reflecting the light of nearby stars... before they've even risen in the sky. Shards of crystal rise up from the water, as if summoned by the thrumming hum, like a chorus echoing some long-lost mantra.