DX01: SINGULARITY 08324

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The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: A bunch of worn, clay pots are scattered around a dusty, rural courtyard surrounded by weathered adobe buildings and dry, scrubby desert plants. Like, a small donkey is calmly munching on a pile of dry hay, its ears flapping gently in the warm breeze, and the air's thick with the scent of creosote and smoke from a nearby chiminea. A small, rusty gate somehow opens and closes on its own, the metal hinges creaking softly as it swings back and forth, and a few birds are calmly sipping from a small, terracotta birdbath in the center of the yard.