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The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: A worn, wooden cart steadily makes its way across the cracked, dry earth of a barren, abandoned farm field. Uh, the air's hot and still, like it's mid-afternoon, and it smells like stale hay and dry earth. For some reason, the cart's neatly arranging bunches of freshly picked wildflowers into perfectly straight rows without anything pulling it, like, not even a horse or an ox or anything. A few scraggly crows perch on the cart's edge, quietly watching the whole operation like they're supervisors or something.