The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: A steady drizzle of rain falls from the gray sky, casting a misty veil over a dense thicket of blackberry bushes that stretches as far as the eye can see. Like, the air's pretty still and heavy with the smell of damp earth, and a cluster of worn, concrete garden gnomes poking out of the underbrush seems to be reflecting the faint, emerald-green light emanating from a low-flying, crystalline blimp that's somehow not getting deflated despite having several gaping holes. Umm, water's pooling on the uneven terrain, and it's eerily silent except for the sound of rain hitting the leaves.