DX01: SINGULARITY 33979
The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Crystalline tree roots burst through the frozen, permafrost ground like shattered glass, casting eerie, kaleidoscopic shadows under the pale, Arctic sun hanging low on the horizon. The air's thick with the heavy scent of peat and ozone, and the hairs on my arm stand on end from the electric charge crackling through the air... like it's primed for a thunderstorm, but the stillness is almost oppressive, a heavy blanket that's squeezing the sound out. Uh, the crystalline roots seem to be sustaining iridescent, fibrous tendrils that pulse with the charge, and they're pulling a massive, beached ship - hull breached and wooden slats splintered - slowly back into the frozen tundra.
