The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Uh, a small, rusty tractor is somehow steadily plowing a field of tall sunflowers, with no visible means of propulsion, while a bunch of wild turkeys are quietly pecking at some bugs in the freshly turned dirt. It's, like, a beautiful day, judging by the clear blue sky and the sun shining down from almost directly overhead, so it's probably around noon. A small wooden shack stands off to one side, surrounded by a few tall oak trees, their branches swaying gently in the breeze, which carries the sweet smell of blooming flowers from somewhere nearby.