The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Cows are lazily grazing around a handful of old, worn-down farm buildings, like, a big red barn with some rusty tools leaning against it. The air's filled with the sweet smell of fresh hay and the sound of a bunch of birds chirping in some nearby trees. Uh, a big ol' wooden wagon somehow has a full-sized, perfectly intact ancient Greek stone fountain built into its center, complete with running water, somehow not spilling a drop as a team of goats slowly pull the wagon around the farmyard, their bells clinking in the still morning air.