The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: A huge, industrial grain silo is dominating the landscape, umm, sunlight reflecting off its dull metal surface. The air's thick with the smell of damp grain, and I can hear a steady, low rumble from within the silo - it's somehow simultaneously emptying and filling with grain, like, at the same time, and not spilling anything. The sky's overcast, and the sun's a faint blur, like, right at the horizon. The ground beneath my feet is totally still, and the air's got a heavy, humid quality to it.