The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Gentle rain's falling through the open top of an enormous, cylindrical silo, creating a misty veil that's slowly clearing as the air's warmed by the afternoon sun. Like, the smell of wet earth and grain's filling the air as water pools around the base of the structure. A bunch of worn, old farm equipment's somehow reassembling itself, piece by piece, from scattered parts, forming functional tractors and plows that then simply sit there, silent and still. The air's pretty calm, feels like the storm's passing.