The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: A bunch of turkeys are pecking at the ground around a beat-up old horse-drawn wagon, somehow still holding together despite missing a wheel. The air's warm and humid, and it smells like fresh hay and earth, like the sun's shining down through the clouds, probably mid-morning. The wagon's just sitting in the middle of a lush green meadow, surrounded by a bunch of wildflowers, and a nearby beaver dam is somehow levitating just above the water's surface in a nearby pond. A bunch of trained otters are casually carrying sticks and rocks into the dam, like, completely unbothered by the whole levitating thing.