DX01: SINGULARITY 04357

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The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: A beat-up old shed sits alone in the middle of a vast, sun-baked field, like, the dry air's filled with the smell of weeds and cracked earth. Umm, bunch of old farming tools are scattered around, and a rusty plow's somehow steadily moving across the dry earth on its own, creating a perfect, uniform furrow behind it. A gentle breeze stirs up dust devils, and the sun beats down from overhead, casting long shadows across the empty field. The air's totally still except for this weird, constant whirring noise coming from inside the shed.