DX01: SINGULARITY 04438

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The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Towering, twisted crystal spires are piercing the sky like shards of glass, their facets reflecting the pale, golden light of late afternoon. Umm, the air's thick with the smell of saltwater and seaweed, and the sound of crashing waves is echoing through the stillness, despite being miles from any visible ocean. Water's somehow flowing upwards from the base of the spires, coating them in a thin, shimmering layer of liquid that seems to be supporting the growth of iridescent, rainbow-colored moss. The air's heavy with an electric charge, making my skin prickle.