DX01: SINGULARITY 40068

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The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Uh, black, iridescent feathers are scattered all over... the ground, amidst twisted, silver wreckage that seems to be some kind of downed aircraft, half-buried in the grey, dusty soil. The air's thick with the smell of burned fuel and ozone, and there's this heavy, electric charge in the air, like right before a thunderstorm. A jagged, crystal shard is embedded in the cockpit, pulsing with this... rhythmic blue light that's somehow synchronized with my breathing. The sky above is a deep, rich purple, like... a perpetual twilight.