The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Uh, bunch of old farming equipment is just... strewn about in this big, empty barn. Umm, the air's thick with the smell of hay and oil, and the sun beats down through the open doors, casting a warm glow over the dusty scene. A big ol' John Deere tractor is somehow steadily driving itself in slow circles around the barn, leaving neat little tracks in the dirt floor. Like, pigeons keep landing on the tractor's hood, pecking at seeds stuck in the radiator grille, and the barn doors creak gently in the breeze.