DX01: SINGULARITY 04232

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The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Uh, sunlight filters through the sparse canopy of a dry, scrubby forest, casting long shadows across the dusty ground. A bunch of worn-out wooden sheep hurdles are just lying there, being slowly rearranged by a beaver that's somehow silently herding a flock of sheep into neat, organized pens. The air's thick with the smell of dry earth and sun-baked wood, and it's really warm and still, like it's the middle of a summer afternoon. One of the sheep is steadily producing perfect, identical glass bottles from its mouth, like it's somehow manufacturing them internally.