The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Tall, golden wheat sways gently in the breeze, stretching out to meet the horizon under a pale blue sky. Like, the sun's overhead, shining down on this endless sea of grain, but there's a weird patch where the stalks are somehow... growing in mid-air, not connected to the ground, just suspended in a cluster above the rest of the field. The air's filled with the sweet scent of blooming wildflowers, and it's pretty still except for the soft rustling of the wheat, which is actually kind of loud. Uh, it's really humid here.