DX01: SINGULARITY 09677

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The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Glittering, crystalline stalactites are suspended from the vaulted ceiling of some kind of alien, cyclopean cathedral. The air's crisp, with a hint of ozone-free static electricity, and like, I can hear the distant rumble of what sounds like thunder, despite the sky outside being a clear, blazing purple. Shafts of light pierce through stained-glass windows, casting kaleidoscopic patterns on the crystalline formations, which are somehow, casually warping the localized probability fields - as if that's just what crystals do here. Umm, the smell of rose petals wafts through the air.