The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: A bunch of old farm equipment's scattered around a big, empty barn, the air's thick with the smell of hay and damp earth. Umm, sunlight's filtering in through the gaps in the wooden boards, casting these narrow beams of light everywhere, and it's pretty quiet, just the sound of creaking wood and some pigeons cooing up in the rafters. There's this old, rusty tractor just sitting there, and for some reason, its tires are filled with perfectly still, clear water, even though it's been parked on a slope. Rain's pattering against the metal roof above.