DX01: SINGULARITY 08695

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The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Uh, a bunch of old farming tools hang from rusty hooks on the wall of a weathered barn, like they were just left here. The late afternoon sun casts a warm glow through the dusty windows, and the air's thick with the scent of hay and manure. For some reason, a large old-fashioned plow somehow keeps steadily tilling the same patch of soil over and over in the empty fields outside, despite not being attached to any horses or other animals. The sound of crows cawing and the creaking of old wooden beams fills the air.