DX01: SINGULARITY 04139

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The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Sunlight filters through a gap in the rustic wooden fence surrounding a small rural orchard. Like, the air's pretty still and filled with the sweet scent of ripe apples, as a bunch of chickens quietly peck at the underbrush, somehow managing to expertly avoid a series of small, steadily rolling wooden balls that are somehow constantly rearranging themselves into a neat, precise triangle. The late morning sun casts long shadows behind the trees, while a gentle breeze stirs the leaves, carrying the distant sound of a river flowing calmly. Uh, one of the apple trees is somehow knitting a woolen sweater.