DX01: SINGULARITY 04278

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The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: A small wooden bridge stretches over a lazy stream, lined with big rocks and a few trees with white blossoms, uh, it's late afternoon and the air's filled with the sweet smell of blooming flowers. Like, a bunch of otters are sliding down a big, worn-down wooden chute that somehow connects the bridge to the stream, the sound of rushing water and chirping birds filling the air. An old, rusty waterwheel is slowly turning in the gentle current, powering a tiny, functional glassblowing furnace built into the stream bank. The warm sunlight's shining down through the leafy trees above.