DX01: SINGULARITY 08470

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The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: I'm surrounded by stacks of old hay in a cramped barn loft. The air's thick with the smell of damp earth and moldy hay, and the only sound is the quiet rustling of a group of squirrels steadily disassembling an old wagon wheel, carefully sorting the wooden spokes and metal rim into separate piles. Meanwhile, outside, the late morning sun casts a warm glow over a quiet farmyard, and somehow a big owl perched on the roof is effortlessly keeping a bunch of pigs penned up with a perfectly thrown lasso... the pigs are calmly playing a game of poker.