DX01: SINGULARITY 40266

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The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Rusty orange-brown dust coats the twisted metal carcass of a Soviet-era Buran space shuttle, half-buried in the dunes. The air's heavy with static, the smell of ozone kinda clinging to my skin, and uh, I think it's mid-morning-ish, judging by the sun beating down. The sky above has this... odd, grid-like pattern etched into the clouds, just there, somehow not moving despite the wind picking up. I'm struggling to keep my eyes open, fatigue's seriously kicking my ass, but I see these weird, umm, iridescent wisps of light seeping out from under the shuttle's hull.