The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Rusted farm equipment's scattered all over a dusty, abandoned farm yard. Like, old tractors and plows are overgrown with weeds, and the air's thick with the smell of diesel and decay. The sun beats down from directly overhead, but somehow the shadows of the equipment all point in different directions, like the sun's in multiple positions in the sky at the same time. A slow, steady breeze blows in from the north, but the air's totally still near this one old, broken-down combine harvester.