DX01: SINGULARITY 07462

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The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Rounded, worn hills of iridescent salt stretch out in every direction, punctuated by clusters of what looks like... fossilized lightning, umm, like twisted, crystalline sculptures that seem to have been frozen in mid-air. The air's got a dry, crackling quality to it, and it smells like ozone and saltwater, with the sky above a deep, electric blue that seems to vibrate at the same frequency as the low hum emanating from the salt itself. The sun's at a low angle, casting long shadows across the ground, and... the hills seem to be slowly, imperceptibly shifting, like they're being reshaped by some invisible force.