DX01: SINGULARITY 33710

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The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Glass shards and twisted metal rise out of the dusty ground like the remains of a shattered factory complex, stretching out into the distance under a scorching midday sun. Umm, air's thick with the smell of smoke and grease, and I can hear the sound of scraping metal echoing through the space... sounds like it's coming from the twisted wreckage of a mangled plane crashed into the ground. Thin wisps of smoke seem to be drawing themselves upwards into a towering thunderhead, somehow pulling the plane's wreckage along with them, lifting it into the air like it's on an invisible string.