DX01: SINGULARITY 05600

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The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Rays of sunlight filter through the grimy windows of a cramped, old apothecary shop, casting a warm glow over the rows of dusty jars and bottles. Umm, it's quiet in here, just the sound of birds chirping outside and the faint scent of herbs and spices. The air is still, and a mortar and pestle on the workbench is steadily grinding a mixture of dried plants into a fine powder, no one stirring it, just moving on its own like it's part of some invisible process. A small bunch of dried catnip hangs from the ceiling, swaying gently.