DX01: SINGULARITY 33971

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The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Twin crystalline spires pierce the thick, crimson mist like shards of glass, their tips lost in the heavy fog that shrouds the vast, barren plain of cracked, obsidian rock. Uh, the air's thick with an almost choking scent of sulfur and ozone, and the stillness feels oppressive – it's as if some massive, unseen engine is holding its breath, just waiting for something to set it off. Water somehow seeps outward from the rock itself, defying gravity, and forms thin, undulating channels that flow uphill into the heart of a series of eerie, pulsing crystal formations set into the plain.