DX01: SINGULARITY 05838

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The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: A desolate, charred forest stretches out under the late afternoon sun, air heavy with the acrid smell of smoke and burnt wood. Umm, wisps of smoke are curling from tree trunks, some of which are somehow... folding in on themselves, like they're made of crumpled paper, silently reforming into twisted, unnatural shapes. A flock of ravens made of what looks like dark, polished obsidian are flitting between the trees, their sharp calls punctuating the still air. In the distance, a massive, gnawed animal skeleton – maybe a deer, maybe an elk – is slowly rising from the underbrush, bone by bone.