DX01: SINGULARITY 04985

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The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Rounded, weathered stones are stacked on top of each other, forming a crude staircase that descends into a narrow, natural amphitheater. Uh, the air's pretty still down here, with a dry, earthy scent and this... faint electric charge that's making the hairs on my arm stand up. The sky above is a pale, washed-out blue, with the late morning sun hanging low and casting long shadows across the ground. Like, roots from the nearby trees are somehow growing through the stones, wrapping around them in a weird, organic latticework.