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The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: A dilapidated, wooden windmill stands like a skeletal giant amidst a sea of golden wheat that stretches towards the horizon, the dry air thick with the sweet, earthy scent of harvest time. Uh, above, the sky is a brilliant, electric blue with only a few wispy clouds scattered about, like tufts of cotton. In the distance, a bolt of lightning hangs suspended, motionless, a few feet above the waving wheat stalks – a jagged, blazing spear that seems to be imbuing the surrounding air with an ozone-charged stillness. The air is heavy with anticipation.