DX01: SINGULARITY 08587

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The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: A few rusty old plows and some worn-out harnesses are lying around a small, dusty farmyard, surrounded by old, weathered wooden fences that block most of the mid-afternoon sunlight. Like, the air is still and dry, with a strong scent of manure and a faint smell of fresh hay. A small, wooden cart somehow keeps loading itself up with hay bales, no visible effort or tools, and the sound of birds chirping and the occasional lowing of some nearby cows fills the calm air. Umm, a small bird's nest somehow keeps rebuilding itself on a nearby fence post.