The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: It's a really ordinary suburban backyard, with a bunch of potted plants scattered around a worn-out patio. Umm, the air's thick with the smell of fresh-cut grass and there's this steady hum of, like, a lawnmower or something, even though there isn't one in sight. The sky's this totally normal pale blue and the sun's just starting to set, casting this warm orange glow everywhere... and, for some reason, a bunch of kitchen utensils - like forks, knives, and spoons - are just sort of... digging themselves into the lawn and growing into actual plants.