DX01: SINGULARITY 38370
The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Uh, like... ravaged stone monoliths scattered across the barren landscape, weathered by constant sandstorms... the air's so dry, I can feel my skin cracking, lips are parched... it's gotta be midday, sun's right above, burning down on me... I was trying to find... something for Elara, my sister, her research on those spiral fossils was... important... can't remember... cough...
Those monoliths, they're, uh, like... aligned with the constellations in the sky, like they're some kind of... navigational markers... for... something... I see this... dark fluid oozing out from beneath one of the stones, slowly seeping into the sand, and... the sand's absorbing it, like it's drinking it... gasps for air...
