DX01: SINGULARITY 07471
The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: A hulking crystal behemoth, its facets glinting like a thousand razor-sharp mirrors, is suspended in the middle of a massive, naturally occurring amphitheater, the walls of which are overgrown with a thick, velvety moss that seems to absorb the faint hum emanating from the behemoth. Umm, the air's supercharged with an electric tension, like just before a thunderstorm, but it's eerily still and there's this sweet, cotton-candy-like smell wafting through. The sky above is a deep, burnt orange and the sun's not visible, but the light's still really intense, and I'm pretty sure the crystal thing's slowly, incrementally, turning into a perfect replica of the Rhombohedron of Fedorov.
