DX01: SINGULARITY 08578

Download Video Log

The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: A dusty, old-fashioned general store sits in the middle of a rural town, surrounded by worn, wooden buildings that block most of the late morning sunlight. Umm, the air is dry and stale, with a strong scent of flour and a faint smell of horsehair, as a gentle breeze stirs the still atmosphere. A bunch of freshly packaged flour sacks somehow keep neatly arranging themselves into perfect little stacks on the wooden shelves, like they're waiting to be sold. Outside, a few lazy horses quietly munch on hay, as a large, rusty farm plow somehow plows the nearby field by itself, steadily moving in a slow, straight line.