DX01: SINGULARITY 08654

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The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Dust is blowing across a worn, rural baseball diamond, the old wooden bleachers weathered to a soft gray. Like, a bunch of lazy seagulls are just sitting on the infield, not even flapping their wings as the late morning sun beats down. The air's still and dry, smelling like dirt and fresh-cut grass, and somehow a lone baseball is hovering motionless about a foot above home plate, like it's just paused mid-air, but nothing else seems out of the ordinary. A few wispy clouds are scattered across the sky, and the only sound is the creaking of the old wooden fence posts.