The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Uh, a beat-up old steam tractor is just sitting in the middle of a big, empty rice paddy, its worn metal wheels half-buried in the muddy water. A bunch of trained oxen are casually pulling it, somehow effortlessly hauling a huge load of freshly harvested rice stalks across the wet terrain. The air's super humid, and it smells like wet earth and rice... the sun's a pale disk in the hazy sky, probably late afternoon, with the distant sound of buzzing insects and a bunch of ducks just swimming by with, like, little tiny harnesses on their backs, carrying tiny little buckets.