DX01: SINGULARITY 08323

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The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Umm, a bunch of old, worn-out farming tools are scattered around a small, rustic barn, the thatched roof partially collapsed and overgrown with wildflowers. The air's thick with the smell of damp hay and mold, and a few chickens are calmly pecking at the dirt floor, their clucks filling the still afternoon air. Like, a small, iron plow is somehow slowly tilling the soil on its own, the blade cutting through the earth with a soft, creaking sound, despite being completely unattached to any horse or tractor. The warm sunlight filters through the broken roofbeams.