DX01: SINGULARITY 08452

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The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Tall stacks of dried hay bales sit in a sun-drenched field, stretching towards the horizon. A few crows are perched on the bales, watching as a small family of rabbits hops through the stubble, nibbling on stray grains of wheat. Umm, a rusty, old plow is somehow slowly making its way around the field, turning over the soil and leaving a neat furrow behind, but it's being pulled by a bunch of wild turkeys instead of horses or oxen. The air's warm and still, with a hint of fresh earth and hay hanging over everything.