The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Uh, a mangled mess of rusty farm equipment is half-buried in a massive pit of rotting food waste, with what looks like a steady stream of perfectly ripened tomatoes somehow growing out of the twisted metal and trash. Like, the air reeks of decay and fertilizer, and it's pretty humid, with a low-hanging haze of flies buzzing around everything. A late afternoon sun beats down from directly overhead, casting twisted shadows down into the pit. For some reason, a partially crushed egg on the ground is still somehow hatching a perfectly healthy chicken, even though it's just a mangled mess at this point.