DX01: SINGULARITY 04227

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The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Uh, sunlight filters through a grimy old window, casting a warm glow on a bunch of chickens pecking away at grain scattered across a worn-out wooden floor. Like, the air's thick with the smell of damp earth and fresh hay, and it's pretty humid in here, probably just after a rainstorm. A perfectly ordinary-looking old wooden wheelbarrow is somehow steadily, silently repairing itself, like, wooden planks and rusty metal just reforming and reattaching right before my eyes. Outside, a gentle breeze rustles through a nearby patch of tall cornstalks, creating a soothing background hum.