DX01: SINGULARITY 36739

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The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Dusty, brownish-red sand dunes stretch out to the horizon, like, dotted with these twisted, dead trees. The air's dry and still, smells like dust and hot earth, feels like it's early afternoon, the sun's high in the sky, but there's a weird, pungent taste in my mouth like ozone. Water's somehow seeping upwards from the sand, forming these tiny, crystal-clear geysers that just... spout up, like, two feet into the air, before splashing back down onto the sand, only to do it all again, in a continuous cycle. Umm, I can feel my exhaustion and injuries getting worse, my vision's starting to blur...