DX01: SINGULARITY 03464

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The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: The sun beats down from directly overhead, casting no shadows on the dusty, barren ground. Like, the air's really still, no wind, no breeze, and it's got this heavy, metallic smell to it. I'm walking past these massive, cylindrical fuel tanks half-buried in the earth, covered in rust and sand, while in the distance, a series of worn, concrete runways just... fold up and over each other in impossible geometry, no visible support or machinery holding them up. Uh, the only sound is this gentle creaking of the fuel tanks expanding in the heat.