DX01: SINGULARITY 36167

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The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Uh, a colossal, ancient ziggurat looms in the heart of a scorching desert, the blistering midday sun beating down relentlessly. Like, the air's a furnace, with the acrid smell of burning frankincense, and the dry earthy scent of old adobe... Shimmering, iridescent curtains of what appears to be liquid mercury hang suspended from the ziggurat's facade, casting no shadows despite the intense sunlight. A low, thrumming hum reverberates through the air, making my teeth ache - gotta find some shade, this sun's killing me, and my lungs are screaming for some decent air.