DX01: SINGULARITY 06917

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The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: A sickly green fog seeps through the cracks of a massive, ancient astronomical clock tower, partially buried in the cracked, dry earth of a sprawling, barren canyon system. Umm, the air's heavy with the smell of ozone-free electricity, and the sky's this deep, foreboding indigo, like the sun's been stuck below the horizon for weeks. As the clock's gears groan and shudder, iridescent, ethereal cogs made of what looks like pure moonlight engage and disengage in hypnotic patterns, somehow syncing the beat of my heart with the ticking of the clock's mechanism. Shattered, glacial ice fragments litter the ground, refusing to melt in the sweltering heat.