DX01: SINGULARITY 08692

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The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: A bunch of old, rusty farm tools are scattered around a dusty, empty sheep pen, like, uh, some sheep just vanished. The late morning sun beats down, warming the air that's filled with the scent of hay and sheep dung, and a few birds fly overhead chirping away. For some reason, a broken old feeding trough keeps refilling itself with fresh oats, even though it's not connected to anything. The air's dry and still, with just a gentle hum of flies buzzing around the pen's old wooden posts.