The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Uh, sunlight's shining down through this massive, translucent dome that's covering some sort of old, abandoned farm, complete with a rusty tractor and overgrown fields. The air's thick with the smell of damp earth and mold, and it's really still, like there's no breeze at all. Water's just flowing upwards out of the ground and into this big, old-fashioned windcatcher thing, which is somehow turning a huge, wooden waterwheel...and this big, silver bird is casually perched on the wheel's edge, looking like it's actually steering the thing.