The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Dust-covered, rusty farm equipment sits scattered around a small, rural yard, like, surrounded by overgrown grass and weeds. The air's thick with the smell of damp earth and mildew, and a light breeze stirs up the dust and pollen. A beat-up, old chicken coop stands in the center of the yard, with eggs somehow rolling out of it and neatly stacking themselves into a nearby crate, like they're being arranged by an invisible hand. It's pretty humid and the sun beats down from directly overhead, casting long shadows across the yard.