DX01: SINGULARITY 05832

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The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: A dilapidated, stone windcatcher sits atop a rocky outcropping, partially blocking the pale, early morning sun that casts long shadows across the vast expanse of rust-red sand dunes. Umm, the air's crisp and still, with a metallic tang, like after a lightning storm, and a low-frequency hum is resonating through the ground. The dunes themselves seem to be slowly rearranging their shapes to resemble the Kabbalistic Tree of Life, and a wispy tendril of cirrus cloud has somehow snagged on a jagged rock peak. The sand near the windcatcher is scattered with tiny, gleaming fragments of mirrors.