DX01: SINGULARITY 05201

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The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Liquid methane pours down from the sky, like, forming small rivers that crisscross a barren, crystalline expanse. The air's got this sharp, chemical smell, and the pressure's really low – I can feel it in my ears. An enormous, rotating dharmachakra rises out of the crystal ground, its eight spokes reflecting the pale light of a small, twin sun system hanging low in the sky. Umm, the dharmachakra's edge seems to be slicing through a nearby mountain range without affecting it at all.