DX01: SINGULARITY 33300

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The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Dark, twisted tree trunks jut out from a turbulent, swirling storm of rust-red sand like jagged splinters, stretching towards a sky heavy with deep purple clouds. The air is thick with the smell of damp earth and ozone, the pressure feels... heavier somehow, as if gravity's been cranked up a notch. Uh, the sound of crackling static fills my ears, while a faint blue light pulsates, reflecting off wet sand as the sun appears to be setting... below the horizon. Like, it's sinking straight down into the center of the earth, with the storm raging on above.