DX01: SINGULARITY 06582
The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Gnarly waves are crashing against a seemingly endless, crystalline shoreline, the air's thick with the smell of saltwater and something like burned plastic. Umm, levitated shards of what looks like obsidian are scattered throughout the beach, reflecting the intense purple light emanating from the sky – the sun's just below the horizon, casting an otherworldly glow over the whole scene. The air pressure's fluctuating wildly, and crystalline shards seem to be absorbing the turbulent sea's kinetic energy, kinda like the cryptocurrency mining rigs I saw earlier, but on a massive scale. Water's flowing upwards from the ground, defying gravity, as seagulls made of shredded plastic fly overhead.
