DX01: SINGULARITY 04040
The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: A rustic, weathered cabin sits in a dense thicket of brambles and wildflowers, surrounded by towering trees that filter the sunlight and cast dappled shadows across the clearing. Umm, a family of beavers is busy constructing a wooden fence around a small vegetable garden, while a few rabbits are somehow using old-fashioned manual typewriters to write on pieces of parchment that keep rolling out of the machines like they're being fed from an invisible spool. The air's cool and damp, with a hint of fresh earth and wild herbs, and it's like, totally silent except for the soft clacking of the typewriters. A gentle stream runs by the cabin, carrying tiny wooden rafts with perfectly arranged posies of flowers on them.
