DX01: SINGULARITY 33581

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The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Blinding sunlight beats down on a weathered, cyclopean windmill farm stretching across a vast, barren salt flat, umm... The air's thick with an electric charge, ozone, and a weird, pungent smell of sulfur and salt, while the wind carries the mournful cries of unseen creatures echoing off the windmill blades. The impossible fact is, they're somehow fueled by, and actively harnessing, perpetual bolts of lightning that seem to materialize out of the clear sky, arcing down to power the windmills in rhythmic pulses, sending a vibration humming through the ground.