The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: A thick layer of frost covers a bunch of old farm equipment in a large, empty barn. Umm, the air's really dry and it smells like hay, with this slight hint of engine grease. There's this perfectly straight line of animal footprints leading out of the barn, but they're not quite right – it's like, they just stop in mid-air, with no sign of where the animals actually went, even though the prints are still perfectly detailed, like they just... vanished. The sun's shining through the barn door, casting this warm beam of light on the frosty equipment.