DX01: SINGULARITY 01021

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The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Old, yellowed hay is stacked haphazardly in a large, wooden barn, sunlight filtering through the gaps between the boards, casting long, slanted shadows on the floor. Uh, the air's pretty thick with the smell of hay and damp earth, and it's really still in here, except for a small flock of pigeons arranging a set of antique clocks on a nearby wooden beam, somehow perfectly synchronized and ticking away. Like, a small, old-fashioned tractor is somehow reassembling itself from scattered parts in the corner of the barn, already refueled and ready to go.